Poet Quotes

Style is the perfection of a point of view.

Poems in a way are spells against death. They are milestones, to see where you were then from where you are now. To perpetuate your feelings, to establish them. If you have in any way touched the central heart of mankind's feelings, you'll survive.

Poetry is a natural energy resource of our country.It has no energy crisis, possessing a potential that will last as long as the country. Its power is equal to that of any country in the world.

Friends are relatives you make for yourself.

Poetry asks people to have values, form opinions, care about some other part of experience besides making money and being successful on the job.

Chance makes our parents, but choice makes our friends.

Fate chooses our relatives, we choose our friends.

The existence of a single atheist does not disprove the existence of God.

A quote is just a tattoo on the tongue.

What is this life if, full of care, we have no time to stand and stare?

The more help a person has in his garden, the less it belongs to him.

Teetotallers lack the sympathy and generosity of men that drink.

It was the rainbow gave thee birth, and left thee all her lovely hues.

But cats to me are strange, so strange I cannot sleep if one is near.

As long as I love Beauty I am young.

A poor life this if, full of care, we have no time to stand and stare.

Since knowledge is but sorrow's spy, It is not safe to know.

Fame, like the river, is narrowest where it is bred, and broadest afar off.

Calamity is the perfect glass wherein we truly see and know ourselves.

Sweet as sweetest Grecian honey will my song be when I sing, O Beloved, in the season of the Spring!

We come to know best what men are, in their worse jeopardizes.

The wise are above books.

The stars that have most glory have no rest.

Striving to tell his woes, words would not come; For light cares speak, when mighty griefs are dumb.

Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows, Most barren with best using.

Custom, that is before all law; Nature, that is above all art.

Beauty, sweet love, is like the morning dew, Whose short refresh upon tender green, Cheers for a time, but till the sun doth show And straight is gone, as it had never been.

And for the few that only lend their ear, That few is all the world.

By adversity are wrought the greatest works of admiration, and all the fair examples of renown, out of distress and misery are grown.

Then come the wild weather, come sleet or come snow, we will stand by each other, however it blow.