“To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.”

“Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, and robes the mountain in its azure hue.”

“The patriot's blood is the seed of Freedom's tree.”

“How delicious is the winning of a kiss at love's beginning.”

“And Freedom shrieked as Kosciusko fell!”

“Coming events cast their shadows before.”

“The story of life is quicker than the wink of an eye, the story of love is hello and goodbye...until we meet again”

“Every eye makes its own perception.”

“I have looked into your eyes with my eyes. I have put my heart near your heart.”

“If I ever saw my muse she would be an old woman with a tight bun and spectacles poking me in the middle of the back and growling, "Wake up and write the book!”

“To feed your Muse, then, you should always have been hungry about life since you were a child. If not, it is a little late to start.”

“Laughing in my ear is a muse amused by how I paint her whims on paper with silly words.”

“He wanted to be a poet,' someone else put in while Maggie hugged Tim and patted his back. 'Said he'd only lacked the words to be one.”

“I act as the tongue of you,... tied in your mouth . . . . in mine it begins to be loosened.”

“To be a poet is to have a soul so quick to discern, that no shade of quality escapes it, and so quick to feel, that discernment is but a hand playing with finely-ordered variety on the chords of em...”