Robert Graves Quotes

If there’s no money in poetry, neither is there poetry in money.

Love without hope, as when the young bird-catcher Swept off his tall hat to the Squire’s own daughter, So let the imprisoned larks escape and fly Singing about her head, as she rode by.

The poet is the unsatisfied child who dares to ask the difficult question which arises from the schoolmaster’s answer to his simple question, and then the still more difficult question which arises from that.

Nine-tenths of English poetic literature is the result either of vulgar careerism, or of a poet trying to keep his hand in. Most poets are dead by their late twenties.

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

Julia: how Irishly you sacrifice Love to pity, pity to ill-humour, Yourself to love, still haggling at the price.