Poetry is to philosophy what the Sabbath is to the rest of the week. – Augustus William Hare and Julius Charles Hare, Guesses at Truth, by Two Brothers
[T]he poetic soul… a living lyre, it only lives enough to echo, and all that it has of life it pours out, and spends in song: the inspiring tripod which the poet ascends, at once unites him to, and separates him from, society. – Alexandre Vinet (1797–1847)