Quote by W.B. Yeats
Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarre

Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry. – W.B. Yeats

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I know that I shall meet my fate somewhere among the clouds above; those that I fight I do not hate, those that I guard I do not love. – W.B. Yeats

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The true poet is all the time a visionary and whether with friends or not, as much alone as a man on his death bed. – W.B. Yeats

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We are happy when for everything inside us there is a corresponding something outside us. – W.B. Yeats

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Clarity, clarity, surely clarity is the most beautiful thing in the world, A limited, limiting clarity I have not and never did have any motive of poetry But to achieve clarity. – George Oppen

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I sometimes talk about the making of a poem within the poem. – Howard Nemerov

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Journalism wishes to tell what it is that has happened everywhere as though the same things had happened for every man. Poetry wishes to say what it is like for any man to be himself in the presence of a particular occurrence as though only he were alone there. – Archibald MacLeish

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Science is for those who learn, poetry is for those who know. – Joseph Roux

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New Years Resolution: To tolerate fools more gladly, provided this does not encourage them to take up more of my time. – James Agate

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