Quotes of All Topics . Occasions . Authors
Love is a landscape the long mountains define but don't shut off from the unseeable distance.
If you know what you are going to write when you're writing a poem, it's going to be average.
Learning to live what you're born with is the process, the involvement, the making of a life.
We are authors, all of us, concerned with beginning, with making, with sources and substance.
[On Katharine Hepburn's stage performance:] She ran the whole gamut of emotions, from A to B.
All I have to be thankful for in this world is that I was sitting down when my garter busted.
I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.
For since mine eyes your joyous sight did miss, my cheerful day is turned to cheerless night.
Poets lose half the praise they should have got, Could it be known what they discreetly blot.
The longest absence is less perilous to love than the terrible trials of incessant proximity.
But you were something more than young and sweet And fair, - and the long year remembers you.
Early in 1888 one or two of us got together to establish our own Sheffield Socialist Society.
My mind to me a kingdom is, such present joys therein I find, that it excels all other bliss.
Works of art imitate and provoke other works of art, the process is the source of art itself.
'T is greatly wise to talk with our past hours, And ask them what report they bore to heaven.
Poetry is the utterance of deep and heart-felt truth - the true poet is very near the oracle.
However logical our induction, the end of the thread is fastened upon the assurance of faith.
What I like best about teaching is that it allows me to explore my own interest with a group.
Life would have been easier for me if I just hadn't met you. But then it hadn't been my life.
There is no reason why the same man should like the same books at eighteen and at forty-eight
If you are living in the past or in the future, you will never find a meaning in the present.
Knowing isn't doing; doing isn't knowing. Nothing but the knowing and the doing gets it done.
I seek and don’t find myself. I belong to chrysanthemum hours, neatly lined up in flowerpots.
I’m losing my taste for everything, including even my taste for finding everything tasteless.
The slender debt to Nature's quickly paid,Discharged, perchance, with greater ease than made.
The passion of acquiring riches in order to support a vain expense corrupts the purest souls.
To one, science is an exalted goddess; to another it is a cow which provides him with butter.
In this wild world the fondest and the best Are the most tried, most troubled and distress'd.
February makes a bridge and March breakes it. [February makes a bridge, and March breaks it.]
The Physitian owes all to the patient, but the patient owes nothing to him but a little mony.
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
... sometimes you have to deal / Devilishly with drowning men in order to swim them to shore.
Sing because this is a food our starving world needs. Laugh because that is the purest sound.
We have not come here to take prisoners But to surrender ever more deeply To freedom and joy.
The people must grant a hearing to the best poets they have else they will never have better.
The voice of one who goes before, to makeThe paths of June more beautiful, is thineSweet May!
'Twas Easter-Sunday. The full-blossomed trees Filled all the air with fragrance and with joy.
If you once understand an author's character, the comprehension of his writings becomes easy.
Standing, with reluctant feet, Where the brook and river meet, Womanhood and childhood fleet!
The smoking flax before it burst to flame Was quenched by death, and broken the bruised reed.
Great changes in the destiny of mankind can be effected only in the minds of little children.
The characteristic political attitude of today is not one of positive belief, but of despair.
Oh, love isn't there to make us happy. I believe it exists to show us how much we can endure.
Beautiful was this world, looking at it thus, without searching, thus simply, thus childlike.
One can beg, buy, be presented with and find love in the streets, but it can never be stolen.
Potter is piqued with potter, joiner with joiner, beggar begrudges beggar, and singer singer.
A poem is a frozen moment melted by each reader for themselves to flow into the here and now.
Years, following years, steal something every day; At last they steal us from ourselves away.
Verses devoid of substance, melodious trifles. [Lat., Versus inopes rerum, nugaeque canorae.]
Let the character as it began be preserved to the last; and let it be consistent with itself.