All brains are bards, all selves audiences to the tales of…

The earliest storytellers were magi, seers, bards, griots, shamans. They were, it would seem, old as time, and as terrifying to gaze upon as…

— Ben Okri

She has her own glamour, Willy lad. All poets do, all the bards and artists, all the musicians who truly take the music into…

— Emma Bull

In the ancient times, bards went around singing the epics, which were storehouses of philosophy.

— Amish Tripathi

The best-concerted schemes men lay for fame, Die fast away: only themselves die faster. The far-fam'd sculptor, and the laurell'd bard, Those bold insurancers…

— Robert Blair

This siren, this goat-footed bard, this half human visitor to our age the hag-ridden and enchanted woods of Celtic antiquity. One catches in his…

— John Maynard Keynes

Poetry is the work of the bard and of the people who inspire him.

— Jose Marti

the fact that they stole their whole shtick from Woody Guthrie and the coal-mining bards. While the alternative nation meows about personal fashion angst,…

— Jim Goad

By all means," cried the bard, his eyes lighting up. "A Fflam to the rescue! Storm the castle! Carry it by assault! Batter down…

— Lloyd Alexander

The will is free; Strong is the soul, and wise, and beautiful; The seeds of godlike power are in us still; Gods are we,…

— Matthew Arnold

Literature was not promulgated by a pale and emasculated critical priesthood singing their litanies in empty churches - nor is it a game for…

— John Steinbeck

Great is the art, Great be the manners, of the bard. He shall not his brain encumber With the coil of rhythm and number;…

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

“We know summer is the height of of being alive. We don't believe in God or the prospect of an afterlife mostly, so we…

— Gary Shteyngart

With this blistering salvo of poetic gutshots Lawson has proven himself Bizarro’s true bard, its mad laureate. Switching from dark whimsy to retina-blast shock…

— Jeremy Robert Johnson

“I mean, I know you’re a scribe and all, but you were at point blank range, Johnny. A child could have made that shot.…

— Richard Nell

Go ye, who rest so placidly upon the sacred Bard who had been young, and when he strung his harp was old, and had…

— Charles Dickens