Quote by Muhammad Iqbal
When truth has no burning, then it is philosophy, when it gets bur

When truth has no burning, then it is philosophy, when it gets burning from the heart, it becomes poetry. – Muhammad Iqbal

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The possibility of a scientific treatment of history means a wider experience, a greater maturity of practical reason, and finally a fuller realization of certain basic ideas regarding the nature of life and time. – Muhammad Iqbal

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Inductive reason, which alone makes man master of his environment, is an achievement and when once born it must be reinforced by inhibiting the growth of other modes of knowledge. – Muhammad Iqbal

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For while the subjects of poetry are few and recurrent, the moods of man are infinitely various and unstable. It is the same in all arts. – John Drinkwater

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You dont go after poetry, you take what comes. Maybe the gods do it through me but I certainly do a hell of a lot of the work. – Phyllis Gotlieb

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Whereas with poetry no one has to show anybody really, and you dont have to tell anyone youre doing it. – Roger McGough

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When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of mans concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses. – John F. Kennedy

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