Wall Must Get The Weather Stain Before

How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count The Ways.i Love Thee To The Depth And Breadth And Height My Soul Can Reach, When Feeling Out Of Sight For The Ends Of Being And Ideal Grace.

The Devil's Most Devilish When Respectable.

I Love Thee With The Passion Put To Use In My Old Griefs, And With My Childhood's Faith. I Love Thee With A Love I Seemed To Lose With My Lost Saints,-i Love Thee With The Breath, Smiles, Tears, Of All My Life!-and, If God Choose, I Shall But Love Thee Better After Death.

Don't Get Me Wrong-painting's All Right. But Now That We Have Photography, What's The Point?

Yet How Proud We Are, In Daring To Look Down Upon Ourselves!