Poetry,—the language of the Imagination and the Passions,—the oldest and most beauteous offspring of Literature. – Frederick Hinde, Poetry, a lecture delivered in London on the evening of April 8

I decided that it was not wisdom that enabled poets to write their poetry, but a kind of instinct or inspiration, such as you find in seers and prophets who deliver all their sublime messages without knowing in the least what they mean. – Socrates

I would as soon write free verse as play tennis with the net down. – Robert Frost, 1935