Poet Quotes

The greatest pleasure of life is love.

No one can confidently say that he will still be living tomorrow.

Cleverness is not wisdom.

One loyal friend is worth ten thousand relatives.

Friends show their love in times of trouble, not in happiness.

This kind of forgetting does not erase memory, it lays the emotion surrounding the memory to rest.

If you've lost focus, just sit down and be still. Take the idea and rock it to and fro. Keep some of it and throw some away, and it will renew itself. You need do no more.

I hope you will go out and let stories happen to you, and that you will work them, water them with your blood and tears and you laughter till they bloom, till you yourself burst into bloom.

How does one know if she has forgiven? You tend to feel sorrow over the circumstance instead of rage, you tend to feel sorry for the person rather than angry with him. You tend to have nothing left to say about it all.

Opinion is that exercise of the human will which helps us to make a decision without information.

Lets tell young people the best books are yet to written; the best painting, the best government the best of everything is yet to be done by them.

In the simplest terms, a leader is one who knows where she wants and gets up and goes.

There's a difference between beauty and charm. A beautiful woman is one I notice. A charming woman is one who notices me.

Music is the only language in which you cannot say a mean or sarcastic thing.

To open his lips is crime in a plain citizen.

They hate whom they fear.

O friend unseen, unborn, unknown, Student of our sweet English tongue, I never indulge in poetics - Unless I am down with rheumatics.

No one regards what is before his feet; we all gaze at the stars.

Here is he laid to whom for daring deed, nor friend nor foe could render worthy meed.

He whose wisdom cannot help him, gets no good from being wise.

He hath freedom whoso beareth clean and constant heart within.

Let no one weep for me, or celebrate my funeral with mourning; for I still live, as I pass to and fro through the mouths of men.

Wisdom is knowing when you can't be wise.

The sharpest memory of our old-fashioned Christmas eve is my mother's hand making sure I was settled in bed.

But maybe it's up in the hills under the leaves or in a ditch somewhere. Maybe it's never found. But what you find, whatever you find, is always only part of the missing, and writing is the way the poet finds out what it is he found.

Poetry is ordinary language raised to the Nth power. Poetry is boned with ideas, nerved and blooded with emotions, all held together by the delicate, tough skin of words.

Verse is not written, it is bled; Out of the poet's abstract head. Words drip the poem on the page; Out of his grief, delight and rage.

Thought is an errand boy, fear a mine of worries.

If I told you about a land of love, friend, would you follow me and come?

A heart makes a good home for the friend.