“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.”

“I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul.”

“Tell all the truth but tell it slant.”

“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.”

“Do not go gentle into that good night.”

“Have you blossoms and books, those solaces of sorrow?”

“A precious – mouldering pleasure – 'tis – To meet an Antique Book – In just the Dress his Century wore – A privilege – I think – His venerable Hand to take – And warming in our own – A passage back – or two – to make – To Times when he – was young... His presence is enchantment – You beg him not to go – Old Volumes shake their Vellum Heads And tantalize – just so –”