What happens to me when I cross the Piscataqua and plunge rapidly into Maine at a cost of seventy-fice cents in tolls? I cannot describe it. I do not ordinarily spy a partridge in a pear tree, or three French hens, but I do have the sensation of having received a gift from a true love.
— E.B. White
Maine is a joy in the summer. But the soul of Maine is more apparent in the winter.
— Paul Theroux
We are tied to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch, we are going back from whence we came.
— John F. Kennedy

Maine, my 2nd loved home. Come and visit some time! ~ CynthiaPS