Quotes About Inspiration

Myslím, že nejsem ani básník, ani spisovatel, ani umÄ›lec. Ale ?lovÄ›k, který nenaÅ¡el jiný zp?sob, jak z?stat ve styku s životem, jak se udržet nad hladinou. Psal jsem, jako se chytáme záchranného pásu.

The day will come when, after harnessing the ether, the winds, the tides, gravitation, we shall harness for God the energies of love. And, on that day, for the second time in the history of the world, man will have discovered fire.

There is almost a sensual longing for communion with others who have a large vision.

A good notion for a novel is far too precious to waste; it must be caught the moment it flashes into mental view, or it will escape to the brain of some other writer who really doesn't deserve it.

All true art stems from the depths of the unconscious mind.

Be the person your dog thinks you are.

Instead of lamenting your fate, create your world.

To bring the sublime into the mundane is the greatest challenge there is.

The object of education is to teach us to love what is beautiful.

A house that has a library in it has a soul.

Writing is the geometry of the soul.

For this feeling of wonder shows that you are a philosopher, since wonder is the only beginning of philosophy.

Books are immortal sons defying their sires.

He whom loves touches not walks in darkness.

He was a wise man who invented God.

Come then, and let us pass a leisure hour in storytelling, and our story shall be the education of our heroes.

Ideas are the source of all things

when he looks at Beauty in the only way that Beauty can be seen - only then will it become possible for him to give birth not to images of virtue (because he's in touch with no images), but to true virtue [arete] (because he is in touch with true Beauty). The love of the gods belongs to anyone who has given to true virtue and nourished it, and if any human being could become immortal, it would be he.

There is also a third kind of madness, which is possession by the Muses, enters into a delicate and virgin soul, and there inspiring frenzy, awakens lyric....But he, who, not being inspired and having no touch of madness in his soul, comes to the door and thinks he will get into the temple by the help of art--he, I say, and his poetry are not admitted; the sane man is nowhere at all when he enters into rivalry with the madman.

He who approaches the temple of the Muses without inspiration, in the belief that craftsmanship alone suffices, will remain a bungler and his presumptuous poetry will be obscured by the songs of the maniacs.

At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.

If anyone comes to the gates of poetry and expects to become an adequate poet by acquiring expert knowledge of the subject without the Muses' madness, he will fail, and his self-controlled verses will be eclipsed by the poetry of men who have been driven out of their minds.

Music is a moral law. It gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and charm and gaiety to life and to everything.

The wise man will want to be ever with him who is better than himself.