Quotes About Inspiration

Knowledge which is acquired under compulsion has no hold on the mind.

The fundamental condition of genius is an abnormal predominance of sensibility and irritability over reproductive power.

Who makes you Storyteller? You do. You are . Go play.

What a strange instrument a tuba is. I wonder how many different shapes they twisted that metal into until they realized that a tuba's shape was the exact one they needed to make that exact sound.

Always carry a notebook. And I mean always. The short-term memory only retains information for three minutes; unless it is committed to paper you can lose an idea forever.

Improvement makes strait roads, but the crooked roads without Improvement, are roads of Genius.

I will not reason and compare my business is to create.

I myself do nothing. The Holy Spirit accomplishes all through me.

excuse my enthusiasm or rather madness, for I am really drunk with intellectual vision whenever I take a pencil or graver into my hand.

To cast aside from Poetry, all that is not Inspiration

Enthusiastic admiration is the first principle of knowledge and the last

The difference between a good artist and a bad one is: the bad artist seems to copy a great deal, the good one really does.

The emmet's inch and eagle's mile Make lame philosophy to smile. He who doubts from what he sees Will ne'er believe, do what you please. - Auguries of Innocence

The following Discourse [on art, by Sir Joshua Reynolds] is particularly Interesting to Blockheads as it endeavours to prove that There is No such thing as Inspiration & that any Man of a plain Understanding may by Thieving from Others become a Mich Angelo.

Imitation is criticism.

He who loves feels love descend into him and if he has wisdom may perceive it from the Poetic Genius which is the Lord.

When thought is closed in caves, then love shall show its root in deepest hell.

In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder and what art Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And, when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand and what dread feet? What the hammer? what the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? what dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

I know that this world is a world of Imagination and Vision.

Where others see but the dawn coming over the hill, I see the soul of God shouting for joy.

Art is the Tree of Life, Science is the Tree of Death.

Bring me my bow of burning gold Bring me my arrows of desire Bring me my spear— o'clouds, unfold! Bring me my chariot of fire

The man who never in his mind and thoughts travel'd to heaven is no artist.

One Power alone makes a Poet: Imagination, the Divine Vision.