Oratory is the masterful art. Poetry, painting, music, sculpture, architecture please, thrill, inspire - but oratory rules. The orator dominates those who… — David Josiah Brewer Copy Share Image
And yet, in a culture like ours, which is given to material comforts, and addicted to forms of entertainment that offer immediate… — Mark Strand Copy Share Image
“What is it about words? The addictive nature of them? And when we lose them from one cherished source, we frantically search… — J.S. Holm Copy Share Image
“For God would never have created any human beings, let alone any angels, whose future evil he foreknew, if he had not… — Augustine of Hippo Copy Share Image
The underlying purpose of all art is to create patterns of imagery which somehow convey a sense of life set in a… — Christopher Booker Copy Share Image
I think I felt at some point that I couldn't understand poetry or that it was beyond me or it didn't speak… — Natasha Trethewey Copy Share Image
“The poet lives and writes at the frontier between deep internal experience and the revelations of the outer world. There is no… — David Whyte Copy Share Image
I remember writing a song when I was about 15. This is the one I can remember. I know I'd been writing… — Ladyhawke Copy Share Image
“Is not a critic," asks Professor Stoll, "... a judge, who does not explore his own consciousness, but determines the author's meaning… — W.K. Wimsatt Copy Share Image
One's sense of honor is the only thing that does not grow old, and the last pleasure, when one is worn out… — Thucydides Copy Share Image
“There were no rules when it came to writing, he said. Take a close look at the lives of poets and novelists,… — Paul Auster Copy Share Image
“A pause. Then she said: "Tell me, Noah, what do you remember most from the summer we spent together?" "All of it."… — Nicholas Sparks Copy Share Image
“Find a love that listens even when you’re not saying anything, that knows the infinite ways you express yourself in silence, and… — Liz Newman Copy Share Image
“Beloved in whose body I rest, What will your dream be like when I have sought you without finding you? Oh, my… — Eunice Odio Copy Share Image
Like every other form of art, literature is no more and nothing less than a matter of life and death. The only… — Mavis Gallant Copy Share Image
“I feel too much, I leave too much unsaid, I think too much, I chew on words unspoken, jagged edges carve me… — Cody Edward Lee Miller Copy Share Image
I'm only the instrument through which one particular art is expressed. Poetry flows through me but it originates in the wellspring of… — Morgan Llywelyn Copy Share Image
“I cannot imagine a life without books. Without Father's stories of the ancient Greek gods and goddesses, without pirate stories and fairy… — Jessica Spotswood Copy Share Image
Certainly for me prose has a dilatory capacity, insofar as I don't trust my abilities in prose. I imagine I could have… — Shane McCrae Copy Share Image
“Touch was absolutely out of the question. I couldn’t stop sweating. My heart, a butterfly pinned to a glacier. Empires fell inside… — Jeremy Radin Copy Share Image
“Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show, That she (dear she) might take some pleasure of my pain;… — Philip Sidney Copy Share Image
The poet’s life is just so much crenellated waste, nights and days whipping swiftly or laboriously past the cinematic window. We’re hunched… — Eileen Myles Copy Share Image
The Dance can, with the aid of music, rise to the heights of poetry. On the other hand, through an excess of… — August Bournonville Copy Share Image
“This is the legend of Cassius Clay, The most beautiful fighter in the world today. He talks a great deal, and brags… — Muhammad Ali Copy Share Image
I do not suppose that anyone not a poet can realize the agony of creating a poem. Every nerve, even every muscle,… — Amy Lowell Copy Share Image
“My father says most people who say they like poetry only pretend to like it.' 'I guess you like it?' 'I love… — Laird Koenig Copy Share Image
Whatever the poets pretend, it is plain they give immortality to none but themselves; it is Homer and Virgil we reverence and… — Jonathan Swift Copy Share Image
Now that I have written many words, and let out so many loves, for so many, and been altogether what I always… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
“Your daughter is ugly. She knows loss intimately, carries whole cities in her belly. As a child, relatives wouldn’t hold her. She… — Warsan Shire Copy Share Image
“Will you live your very last day, The same way as you lived Your first? Will you cry, smile, laugh, and play… — Suzy Kassem Copy Share Image
Lizzie Magie was a pretty astonishing woman. She was an outspoken feminist, she had acted, she had done some performing, she had… — Mary Pilon Copy Share Image
These are the poems of a traveler and a lover who feels both the terror of time passing and the consolation of… — Andrei Codrescu Copy Share Image
“... because one day, maybe one day, if I learned how to write clear enough, sing loud enough, be strong enough, I… — Charlotte Eriksson Copy Share Image
Nowhere probably is there more true feeling, and nowhere worse taste, than in a churchyard - both as regards the monuments and… — Benjamin Jowett Copy Share Image
She stood upon a continent of ice, which sparkled between sea and sky, endless and dazzling, as though the world kept all… — Carol Ann Duffy Copy Share Image
We are as much informed of a writer's genius by what he selects as by what he originates. We read the quotation… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
“Tom , the third son, was most like his father. He was born in fury and he lived in lightning.Tom came headlong… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
“The words were good words, Ulysses felt, maybe even great words, but the list was very incomplete. He was just getting started.… — Kate DiCamillo Copy Share Image
I always ask any of the artists that open up if they know 'Family Tradition', since that's my last song in the… — Hank Williams Jr Copy Share Image
The act of writing means you wish to communicate. Whether you're writing a memoir for yourself you put in a drawer, or… — Harlan Ellison Copy Share Image