Elizabeth Barrett Browning

He said true things, but called them by wrong names.

And each man stands with his face in the light. Of his own drawn sword, ready to do what a hero can.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

The great curse of modern political life is incrementalism.

As a young child my attention span was, as I remember it, rather short.

Deep down, there is in the substance of the cosmos a primordial disposition, sui generis, for self-arrangement and self-involution.