“And you, fair nymphs of Tagus, parent stream,
If ever your meadows were my pastoral theme,
O come auspicious, and the song inspire
With all the boldness of your hero's fire:
Deep and majestic let the numbers flow,
And, rapt to heaven, with ardent fury glow.”

“Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.”

“And about this time I had a vision — and I saw white spirits and black spirits engaged in battle, and the sun was darkened – the thunder rolled in the Heavens, and blood flowed in streams – and I heard a voice saying, "Such is your luck, such you are called to see, and let it come rough or smooth, you must surely bear it."”

“O thrush, your song is passing sweet
But never a song that you have sung,
Is half so sweet as thrushes sang
When my dear Love and I were young.”

“Sing the song in your heart and don't ever let anyone shut you up!”

“It's hard to imagine her ever having felt lost, but it's impossible to know the people your parents were before they were your parents.”

“I'll publish right or wrong:
Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.”

“Let the glow in your heart reflect in your soul.”

“You have exactly the same number of hours per day that were given to any of your heroes. Become what you wish to be.”

“Stars hide your fires; let not light see my black and deep desires: The eyes wink at the hand; yet let that be which the eye fears, when it is done, to see”