Poets utter great and wise things which they do not themselve understand.
Men occasionally stumble over the truth, but most of them pick themselves up and hurry off as nothing has happened.
Behaviour is what a man does, not what he thinks, feels or belives.
A great man is always willing to be little.
Poets are masters of us ordinary men, in knowledge of the mind,
because they drink at streams, which we have not yet made accessible to science.
A true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
No man was ever yet a great poet, without being at the same time a profound philosopher. For poetry is the blossom and the fragrancy of all human knowledge, human thoughts, human passions, emotions, language.
a nice write, well penned........frankly very nice poem........why so brief.......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful ideas priti...........