Poet Quotes

Limit to courage? There is no limit to courage.

The heart hid still in the dark, hard as the Philosopher's Stone.

Reality is not simply there, it must be searched and won.

Poetry is a sort of homecoming.

Only truthful hands write true poems. I cannot see any basic difference between a handshake and a poem.

There is nothing more silly than a silly laugh.

One sweetly solemn thought, comes to me o'er and o'er; I am nearer home today, than I ever have been before.

And though hard be the task, 'Keep a stiff upper lip'.

Death comes not to the living soul, nor age to the loving heart.

Women and men in the crowd meet and mingle, Yet with itself every soul standeth single.

The songs certainly have not made my fortune, but I am still grateful for the royalties when they come in.

Scriptures and creeds may come to seem incredible, but faith will still go dancing on.

I see Christ as the incarnation of the piper who is calling us. He dances that shape and pattern which is at the heart of our reality.

Faith may be encouraged by what has happened in the past, or what is thought to have happened in the past, but the only proof of it is in the future.

Faith is more basic than language or theology.

Faith is the response to something which is calling us from the timeless part of our reality.

Remember that not to be happy is not to be grateful.

What are facts but compromises? A fact merely marks the point where we have agreed to let investigation cease.

There is a passion for perfection which you will rarely see fully developed; but you may note this fact, that in successful lives it is never wholly lacking.

Set me a task in which I can put something of my very self, and it is a task no longer; it is joy; it is art.

Indifference may not wreck a man's life at any one turn, but it will destroy him with a kind of dry-rot in the long run.

I often wish... that I could rid the world of the tyranny of facts. What are facts but compromises? A fact merely marks the point where we have agreed to let investigation cease.

Ye are brothers, ye are men, and we conquer but to save.

What millions died that Caesar might be great!

Tomorrow let us do or die!

To bear is to conquer our fate.

The proud, the cold untroubled heart of stone, that never mused on sorrow but its own.

I'll meet the raging of the skies, but not an angry father.

And muse on Nature with a poet's eye.

Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, and robes the mountain in its azure hue.