“It’s the poet we love in Caeiro, not the philosopher. What we really get from these poems is a childlike sense of… — Álvaro de Campos Copy Share Image
You can be a thorough-going Neo-Darwinian without imagination, metaphysics, poetry, conscience, or decency. For 'Natural Selection' has no moral significance: it deals… — George Bernard Shaw Copy Share Image
“The poet wishes to strike beautiful notes, not new notes... To ask or expect a poet to strike a new note in… — Alfred B. Douglas Copy Share Image
There are interesting forms of difficulty, and there are unprofitable forms of difficulty. I mean, I enjoy some difficult poetry, but some… — Billy Collins Copy Share Image
Mythology is composed by poets out of their insights and realizations. Mythologies are not invented; they are found. You can no more… — Joseph Campbell Copy Share Image
“Walking with my doggy is so much fun! And she makes me laugh, she makes me run. Licking she likes to make… — Ana Claudia Antunes Copy Share Image
When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe. One fancies a… — John Muir Copy Share Image
“Whatever you want," he said. "Will you please come here now?" I slipped a piece of protective tissue over my drawing and… — Melissa Jensen Copy Share Image
For just as poets love their own works, and fathers their own children, in the same way those who have created a… — Plato Copy Share Image
The poet…is the man of metaphor: while the philosopher is interested only in the truth of meaning, beyond even signs and names,… — Jacques Derrida Copy Share Image
“A midst deceit I found the truth; there in the rough I found a diamond. And from the moment we met, I… — Donato DiCristino Copy Share Image
I think I'm a journalist in one sense - I want to communicate to people about certain things that are happening around… — Alfredo Jaar Copy Share Image
I write poetry to figure things out. It's what I use as a navigating tool in my life, so when there's something… — Sarah Kay Copy Share Image
It is dangerous it seems to me for a civilization when there is a complete abyss betewen people in general and the… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
“I want you. I want you inside and out. The parts you cover with laughter. The depth you shrug off with indifference.… — Alfa H Copy Share Image
Feelings, she learned, were hard to fight. She treasured his smiles and compliments and tried not to dwell on the fact that… — Tamora Pierce Copy Share Image
“CELL Now look objectively. You have to admit the cancer cell is beautiful. If it were a flower, you'd say, How pretty,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
There is some reason to believe that when a man does not write his poetry it escapes by other vents through him,… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
“The Children's Hour Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“The artist (I suppose) usually pays for the privilege by some sort of partial insomnia, by the possession of one faculty that… — Mary Lascelles Copy Share Image
“I find everything poetic, and it’s in the corners of my heart which are sometimes mysterious that I catch a glimpse of… — Paul Gauguin Copy Share Image
“You claim that the evidentiary miracle is present and available, namely, the Koran. You say: 'Whoever denies it, let him produce a… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Association is the delight of the heart, not less than of poetry. Alison observes that an autumn sunset, with its crimson clouds,… — Robert Aris Willmott Copy Share Image
Antagoras the poet was boiling a conger, and Antigonus, coming behind him as he was stirring his skillet, said, "Do you think,… — Plutarch Copy Share Image
I published, privately, a collection of my serious poetry I had written over the years. I only published 50 copies, which I… — Tom Glazer Copy Share Image
“Juliet and Romeo Awake the scene, a twilight chamber’d dream, Two angels both alike in dignity: One imaged misadventure on the screen;… — Tiger Lewis Copy Share Image
“The season was waning fast Our nights were growing cold at last I took her to bed with silk and song, 'Lay… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“For we the people will always be arriving a ceremony of thunder waking up the earth opening our eyes to human monuments.… — Sonia Sanchez Copy Share Image
High school was the first time I ever saw spoken word poetry. The first place I ever performed a poem was at… — Phil Kay Copy Share Image
The 'idea' for the poem, which may come as an image thrown against memory, as a sound of words that sets off… — Muriel Rukeyser Copy Share Image
We have not all had the good fortune to be ladies. We have not all been generals, or poets, or statesmen; but… — Mark Twain Copy Share Image
“A critic can call any poem 'doggerel.' That is no more than a slur. 'Doggerel' or 'maudlin' or 'sappy' or 'sentimental' is… — Jimmy Webb Copy Share Image
“Since poetry deals with the singular, not the general, it cannot - if it is good poetry - look at things of… — Czesław Miłosz Copy Share Image
Poetical taste is the only magician whose wand is not broken. No hand, except its own, can dissolve the fabric of beauty… — Robert Aris Willmott Copy Share Image
“When April with its sweet showers has pierced the drought of March to the root, and bathed every vein of earth with… — David Lodge Copy Share Image
“But the chapel, that will never be prosaic. Those who have seen it outlined against the sunset or the full moon, those… — Whipplesnaith Copy Share Image
There are some books in which every poem is a facet of the same thing. So the book is like a piece… — Joan Larkin Copy Share Image
All poets have signalized their consciousness of rare moments when they were superior to themselves, -when a light, a freedom, a power… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
I don't write poetry or short stories. I don't like to write articles usually. I tend to really only want to be… — Markus Zusak Copy Share Image
“On Translating Eugene Onegin 1 What is translation? On a platter A poet's pale and glaring head, A parrot's screech, a monkey's… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
