John Keating: This is a battle, a war, and the casualties could be your hearts and souls.
Neil: So what are you going to do? Charlie? Dalton: Damn it Neil, the name is Nuwanda.
John Keating: I SOUND MY BARBARIC YAWP OVER THE ROOFTOPS OF THE WORLD.
John Keating: Carpe diem, seize the day. Gather ye rosebuds while ye may.
Chet Danburry: Next time I see you, you die.
Richard Cameron: You can't save Keating, but you can save yourselves!
In the eyes of others a man is a poet if he has written one good poem. In his own he is only a poet at the moment when he is making his last revision to a new poem. The moment before, he was still only a potential poet; the moment after, he is a man ...
Poets must be grounded in the education of the arts, drama, history, mysticism, esotericism, and philosophy. To gain knowledge and become learned of the above is easy - read. Poets should apply this knowledge to their work, so a poet will advance to ...
The poets are supposed to liberate the words – not chain them in phrases. Who told the poets they were supposed to think? Poets are meant to sing and to make words sing. Writers don't own their words. Since when do words belong to anybody? 'Your ve...
In an age when nations and individuals routinely exchange murder for murder, when the healing grace of authentic spirituality is usurped by the divisive politics of religious organizations, and when broken hearts bleed pain in darkness without the re...
The birth of a true poet is neither an insignificant event nor an easy delivery. Complications generally begin long before the fated soul carries its dubious light into whatever womb has been kind enough to volunteer the intricate machinery of its bl...
Poets know all about famous places without having been there.
Slowly but surely the excrement of foreign poets will come to your village.
if what is true brings us sorrow, / if what sorrow brings is truth
Write as an audience member. Write what you want to see, feel and hear.
It was a Saturday, soft and silent, when the Wind spoke for the first time.
Francis Webb is easily our greatest poet and one of the greatest poets in the world but he's hardly ever mentioned.
The difference between the poet and the mathematician is that the poet tries to get his head into the heavens while the mathematician tries to get the heavens into his head.
Potter is jealous of potter, and craftsman of craftsman; and the poor have a grudge against the poor, and the poet against the poet.
Pound's crazy. All poets are. They have to be. You don't put a poet like Pound in the loony bin.
Todd Anderson: [standing on his desk] Oh captain, my captain.
