Air Quote by Philip James Bailey

“All dies! and not alone The aspiring trees and men and grass; The poets' forms of beauty pass, And noblest deeds they are undone,…

— Herman Melville

“Not forever can one enjoy stillness and peace. But misfortune and obstruction are not final. When the grass has been burnt by the fire…

— Wisdom from the Mongolian Steppe

“To what a world does the illustrious bard carry me! To wander over pathless wilds, surrounded by impetuous whirlwinds, where, by the feeble light…

— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

“Inversnaid This darksome burn, horseback brown, His rollrock highroad roaring down, In coop and in comb the fleece of his foam Flutes and low…

— Gerald Manley Hopkins

I am ashes where I once was fire, And the bard in my bosom is dead; What I loved I now merely admire, And…

— William Shakespeare

“There is no fire like lust, no vise like hatred, no trap like delusion, and no galloping river like craving.”

— Thích Nhất Hạnh

“for the path of comets/ is the path of poets: they burn without warming,/ pick without cultivating. They are: an explosion, a breaking in”

— Marina Tsvetaeva

“This creative tension between wonderful and terrible is named so well by Gerard Manley Hopkins, as only poets can. Even the long title of…

— Richard Rohr

“If there is still one hellish, truly accursed thing in our time, it is our artistic dallying with forms, instead of being like victims…

— Antonin Artaud

“Many are poets, but without the name; For what is Poesy but to create From overfeeling Good or Ill; and aim At an external…

— George Gordon Byron

“Everything is a burned book, my dear maestro. Music, the tenth dimension, the fourth dimension, cradles, the production of bullets and rifles, Westerns: all…

— Roberto Bolaño

A gulf profound as that Serbonian bog Betwixt Damiata and Mount Casius old, Where armies whole have sunk: the parching air Burns frore, and…

— John Milton