The pen is the tongue of the mind.

Aid the dawning, tongue and pen: Aid it, hopes of honest men!

For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, 'It might have been'.

I am obnoxious to each carping tongue/ Who says my hand a needle better fits,/ A poet's pen all scorn I should thus wrong/ For such despite they cast on female wits. . . .

Rule your mind or it will rule you

Remember when life's path is steep to keep your mind even.