Poets Quotes

We can say nothing but what hath been said. Our poets steal from Homer... Our story-dressers do as much; he that comes last is commonly best.

Robert Burton

Travellers like poets are mostly an angry race.

Sir Richard Francis Burton

Love is a boy by poets styl'd; Then spare the rod and spoil the child.

Samuel Butler

Women are the simple, and poets the superior, artisans of language the intervention of grammarians is almost always bad.

R�my de Gourmont

Modern poets talk against business, poor things, but all of us write for money. Beginners are subjected to trial by market.

Robert Frost

If we go on as we are, we will destroy in the next century everything that the poets have been singing about for the past two thousand years.

Fred Bodsworth

There is a pleasure in poetic pains Which only poets know.

William Cowper

Reviewers are usually people who would have been poets, historians, biographers, etc., if they could; they have tried their talents at one or the other, and have failed; therefore they turn critics.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Modesty, tis a virtue not often found among poets, for almost every one of them thinks himself the greatest in the world.

Miguel De Cervantes

Travelers are like poets. They are mostly an angry race.

Sir Richard Burton

In its famous paradox, the equation of money and excrement, psychoanalysis becomes the first science to state what common sense and the poets have long known - that the essence of money is in its absolute worthlessness.

Norman O. Brown

Anthropologists are a connecting link between poets and scientists; though their field-work among primitive peoples has often made them forget the language of science.

Robert Graves

Childhood lasts all through life. It returns to animate broad sections of adult life.... Poets will help us to find this living childhood within us, this permanent, durable immobile world.

Gaston Bachelard

People wish to be poets more than they wish to write poetry, and that's a mistake. One should wish to celebrate more than one wishes to be celebrated.

Lucille Clifton

Souls of Poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern? Have ye tippled drink more fine Than mine hosts Canary wine?

John Keats