[A poem] begins in delight and ends in wisdom. – Robert Frost, “The Figure a Poem Makes,” Collected Poems of Robert Frost, 1939

[Man] asks from prose, only under a more obscure and indefinite form, what he expects from poetry; and indeed, where is the actual boundary between poetry and prose? and how can one help owning that prose is but poetry gradually but never entirely extinguished or calmed down? – Alexandre Vinet (1797–1847)