Others may write from the head, but he writes from the heart, and the heart will always understand him.
Washington IrvingSome minds corrode and grow inactive under the loss of personal liberty; others grow morbid and irritable; but it is the nature of the poet to become tender and imaginitive in the loneliness of confinement. He banquets upon the honey of his own thoughts, and, like the captive bird, pours forth his soul in melody.
Washington IrvingThere are moments of mingled sorrow and tenderness, which hallow the caresses of affection.
Washington Irving