I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty.

At ev’ry word a reputation dies.

Like anything else that happens on its own, the act of writing is beyond currency. Money is great stuff to have, but when it comes to the act of creation, the best thing is not to think of money too much. It constipates the whole process.

What makes all doctrines plain and clear? About two hundred pounds a year. And that which was proved true before, prove false again? Two hundred more.

The main problem with writing in verse is, if your fourth line doesn’t come out right, you’ve got to throw four lines away and figure out a whole new way to attack the problem. So the mortality rate is terrific.

The reproduction of mankind is a great marvel and mystery. Had God consulted me in the matter, I should have advised him to continue the generation of the species by fashioning them out of clay.

Dissident intellectuals aren’t all beautiful.

Truthful words are not beautiful; beautiful words are not truthful. Good words are not persuasive; persuasive words are not good.

If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.

I have often said that the lure of flying is the lure of beauty.

Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll; charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.

It was one of those evenings when men feel that truth, goodness and beauty are one. In the morning, when they commit their discovery to paper, when others read it written there, it looks wholly ridiculous.

He who speaks without modesty will find it difficult to make his words good.

If future generations are to remember us more with gratitude than sorrow, we must achieve more than just the miracles of technology. We must also leave them a glimpse of the world as it was created, not just as it looked when we got through with it.

There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass.

Of all that is good, sublimity is supreme. Succeeding is the coming together of all that is beautiful. Furtherance is the agreement of all that is just. Perseverance is the foundation of all actions.

I’ve always felt music is the only way to give an instantaneous moment the feel of slow motion. To romanticise it and glorify it and give it a soundtrack and a rhythm.

Real beauty knocks you a little bit off kilter.

Pain and foolishness lead to great bliss and complete knowledge, for Eternal Wisdom created nothing under the sun in vain.

Science is not everything, but science is very beautiful.

The whole difference between construction and creation is exactly this: that a thing constructed can only be loved after it is constructed; but a thing created is loved before it exists.

The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks.

Always have something beautiful in sight, even if it’s just a daisy in a jelly glass.

I knew I belonged to the public and to the world, not because I was talented or even beautiful, but because I had never belonged to anything or anyone else.

Poetry is about the grief. Politics is about the grievance.

At the heart of every being lies creation’s dream of a principle that will one day give organic form to its fragmented treasures. God is unity.

Where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing.

Words differently arranged have a different meaning, and meanings differently arranged have different effects.

Beauty is all very well at first sight; but who ever looks at it when it has been in the house three days?

But time has set its maggot on their track.

In writing, I apply my feminine side and respect the mystery involved in creation.

I would warn you that I do not attribute to nature either beauty or deformity, order or confusion. Only in relation to our imagination can things be called beautiful or ugly, well-ordered or confused.

Words can be said in bitterness and anger, and often there seems to be an element of truth in the nastiness. And words don’t go away, they just echo around.

The terrifying and edible beauty of Art Nouveau architecture.

Beauty and femininity are ageless and can’t be contrived, and glamour, although the manufacturers won’t like this, cannot be manufactured. Not real glamour; it’s based on femininity.

Horses make a landscape look beautiful.

The genesis of a poem for me is usually a cluster of words. The only good metaphor I can think of is a scientific one: dipping a thread into a supersaturated solution to induce crystal formation. I don’t think I solve problems in my poetry; I think I uncover the problems.

Beauty is everywhere a welcome guest.

I think dress, hairstyle and make-up are the crucial factors in projecting an attractive persona and give one the chance to enhance one’s best physical features.

I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.

I want the concentration and the romance, and the worlds all glued together, fused, glowing: have no time to waste any more on prose.

To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.

Beauty in distress is much the most affecting beauty.

We find delight in the beauty and happiness of children that makes the heart too big for the body.

I am in the world feeling my way to light ‚amid the encircling gloom.‘

Like as the waves make towards the pebbl’d shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.

Love is not love that alters when it alteration finds.

Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.

Beauty is unbearable, drives us to despair, offering us for a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should like to stretch out over the whole of time.

Silence is more eloquent than words.

Africa is probably one of the most beautiful places I have ever been.

The sky is the part of creation in which nature has done for the sake of pleasing man.

Beauty is also submitted to the taste of time, so a beautiful woman from the Belle Epoch is not exactly the perfect beauty of today, so beauty is something that changes with time.

How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot? The world forgetting, by the world forgot.

Before ever meeting Priyanka Chopra, I had heard her name coming out of Bollywood and was impressed: she was beautiful, talented, had made nearly 50 movies, earned multiple awards – a massive star.

Men must live and create. Live to the point of tears.

The writer may very well serve a movement of history as its mouthpiece, but he cannot of course create it.

Beauty is worse than wine, it intoxicates both the holder and beholder.

I need scarcely observe that a poem deserves its title only inasmuch as it excites, by elevating the soul. The value of the poem is in the ratio of this elevating excitement.

He who does not understand your silence will probably not understand your words.

Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.