This seems to me a philosophical question, and therefore irrelevant, question. A poet's destiny is to love.

Love is a universal migraine. A bright stain on the vision, Blotting out reason.

There is no such thing as good writing, only good rewriting.

There's no money in poetry, but then there's no poetry in money, either.

Every English poet should master the rules of grammar before he attempts to bend or break them.

The remarkable thing about Shakespeare is that he really is very good, in spite of all the people who say he is very good.

Kill if you must, but never hate: Man is but grass and hate is blight, The sun will scorch you soon or late, Die wholesome then, since you must fight

I was last in Rome in AD 540 when it was full of Goths and their heavy horses. It has changed a great deal since then.

New beginnings and new shoots Spring again from hidden roots Pull or stab or cut or burn, Love must ever yet return.

What we now call "finance" is, I hold, an intellectual perversion of what began as warm human love.

I was thinking, "So, I’m Emperor, am I? What nonsense! But at least I'll be able to make people read my books now.

I don't like hello. It makes me sound like I have dementia, like I've never heard a phone ring before and I don't know what's supposed to happen next. Hello?

Culture is the organization’s fingerprint.

We can't afford more top-down economics. What we need are policies that will grow and strengthen the middle class.

Our skin colours may vary, but what's upstairs - there's certain things we've all got in common.

I really never break the rules. I'm not scared to say what I think or if I really disagree with something then I'll say it, but I'm not kind of like a born rebel.

Wisdom and joy arise when you learn to exist now rather than in the nonexistent past or future.

Men who could willingly resign the luxuries and sensual pleasures of a large fortune cannot consent to live without the grandeur and the homage.

This is getting ugly.” – Abigail “Like my great-aunt’s underpants.” – Sundown

It doesn't hurt to lose my crown, it hurts to lose.

That is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great.