What we now call "finance" is, I hold, an intellectual perversion of what began as warm human love. — Robert Graves Copy Share Image
Love is universal migraine, A bright stain on the vision Blotting out reason. Symptoms of true love Are leanness, jealousy, Laggard dawns;… — Robert Graves Copy Share Image
New beginnings and new shoots Spring again from hidden roots Pull or stab or cut or burn, Love must ever yet return. — Robert Graves Copy Share Image
Love at first sight'some say misnaming Discovery of twinned helplessness Against the huge tug of procreation. But friendship at first sight? This… — Robert Graves Copy Share Image
Lovers to-day and for all time Preserve the meaning of my rhyme: Love is not kindly nor yet grim But does to… — Robert Graves Copy Share Image
In love as in sport, the amateur status must be strictly maintained. — Robert Graves Copy Share Image
Love is a universal migraine. A bright stain on the vision, Blotting out reason. — Robert Graves Copy Share Image
If there's no money in poetry, neither is there poetry in money. In love as in sport, the amateur status must be… — Robert Graves Copy Share Image
“Down, wanton, down! Have you no shame That at the whisper of Love's name, Or Beauty's, presto! up you raise Your angry… — Robert Graves Copy Share Image
Love without hope, as when the young bird-catcher Swept off his tall hat to the Squire's own daughter, So let the imprisoned… — Robert Graves Copy Share Image
War was return of earth to ugly earth, War was foundering of sublimities, Extinction of each happy art and faith By which… — Robert Graves Copy Share Image
“As I walked out one harvest night About the stroke of One, The Moon attained to her full height Stood beaming like… — Robert Graves Copy Share Image
She tells her love while half asleep, In the dark hours, With half-words whispered low: As Earth stirs in her winter sleep… — Robert Graves Copy Share Image
Truth-loving Persians do not dwell upon The trivial skirmish fought near Marathon. — Robert Graves Copy Share Image
This seems to me a philosophical question, and therefore irrelevant, question. A poet's destiny is to love. — Robert Graves Copy Share Image
The poet's first rule must be never to bore his readers; and his best way of keeping this rule is never to bore himself-which,… — Robert Graves Copy Share Image
She told me that all the girls in Annezin prayed every night for the war to end and for the English to go away… — Robert Graves Copy Share Image
“Children born of fairy stock Never need for shirt or frock Never want for food or fire Always get their heart's desire Jingle pockets… — Robert Graves Copy Share Image
To know only one thing well is to have a barbaric mind: civilization implies the graceful relation of all varieties of experience to a… — Robert Graves Copy Share Image
Before an attack, the platoon pools all its available cash and the survivors divide it up afterwards. Those who are killed can't complain, the… — Robert Graves Copy Share Image
“To resist the social pressure now put even on one's leisure time, requires a tougher upbringing and a more obstinate willfulness about going one's… — Robert Graves Copy Share Image
The art of poetry consists in taking the poem through draft after draft, without losing its inspirational magic: he removes everything irrelevant or distracting,… — Robert Graves Copy Share Image
Entrance and exit wounds aresilvered clean, The track aches only when the rain reminds. The one-legged man forgets his leg of wood. The one-armed… — Robert Graves Copy Share Image
What we now call "finance" is, I hold, an intellectual perversion of what began as warm human love. — Robert Graves Copy Share Image
“Manticor in Arabia (The manticors of the montaines Mighte feed them on thy braines.--Skelton.) Thick and scented daisies spread Where with surface dull like… — Robert Graves Copy Share Image
