“With Donne, whose muse on dromedary trots,
Wreathe iron pokers into true-love knots;
Rhyme's sturdy cripple, fancy's maze and clue,
Wit's forge and fire-blast, meaning's press and screw.”

“I know what loves are trembling into fire; how jealousy shoots its green flashes hither and thither; how intricately love crosses love; love makes knots; love brutally tears them apart. I have been knotted; I have been torn apart.”

“The tenth Muse who now governs the periodical press.”

“True happiness means forging a strong spirit that is undefeated, no matter how trying our circumstances.”

“Hazel never cried. She was forged from iron; she never broke.”

“The strongest steel is forged by the fires of hell. (Savitar)”

“Though fancy and the might of rhyme,
That turneth like the tide,
Have borne me many a musing time,
Beloved, from thy side

Ah yet, I pray thee, deem not Sweet,
Those hours were given in vain;
Within these covers to thy feet
I bring them back again”

“Stuart Wheeler says women are no good at poker?! If he fancies playing a bit of Heads Up, he knows where to find me.”

“I have seen Christians in Communist prisons with fifty pounds of chains on their feet, tortured with red-hot iron pokers, in whose throats spoonfuls of salt had been forced, being kept afterward without water, starving, whipped, suffering from cold--and praying with fervor for the Communists. This is humanly inexplicable! It is the love of Christ, which was poured out in our hearts.”

“Prithee don’t screw your wit beyond the compass of good manners.”