Quotes About Inspiration

Talent is a faucet. When it is on, one must write. Inspiration is a farce that poets have invented to give themselves importance.

Beauty is one of the rare things which does not lead to doubt of God.

Are you in earnest? Seize this very minute! Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it. Only engage, and then the mind grows heated. Begin, and then the work will be completed.

Art is a fruit that grows in man.

I allow myself to be guided by the work which is in the process of being born, I have confidence in it (automatic painting). I do not think about it. The forms arrive pleasant, or strange, hostile, inexplicable, mute, or drowsy. They are born from themselves. It seems to me as if all I do is move my hands.

Neither genius, fame, nor love show the greatness of the soul. Only kindness can do that.

Really we create nothing. We merely plagiarize nature.

Music like religion, unconditionally brings in its train all the moral virtues to the heart it enters, even though that heart is not in the least worthy.

Imagination can be your best friend, you know.

was the first woman from the United States to meet the Queen of England.

A dog, I have always said, is prose; a cat is a poem.

An artist cannot talk about his art any more than a plant can discuss horticulture.

Film will only became an art when its materials are as inexpensive as pencil and paper.

The poet doesn't invent. He listens.

One must be a living man and a posthumous artist.

Poetry is indispensable --if I only knew what for.

Art is science made clear.

The poet doesn't invent. He listens.

An artist cannot speak about his art anymore than a plant can discuss horticulture.

Art is a marriage of the conscious and the unconscious.

A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses.

Be you writer or reader, it is very pleasant to run away in a book.

Fortunately, the sun has a wonderfully glorious habit of rising every morning. When the sky lightened, when the birds awoke, I knew I would never again see anything so splendid as the round red sun coming up over the earth.

I don't know why, but this seemed like one of the nicest things I had learned in the woods--that earthworms, lowly, confined to the darkness of the earth, could make just a little stir in the world.