What is a poet? An unhappy person who conceals profound anguish in his heart but whose lips are so formed that as sighs and cries pass over them they sound like beautiful music.[Hvad er en Digter? Et ulykkeligt Menneske, der gjemmer dybe Qvaler i sit Hjerte, men hvis Læber ere dannede saaledes, at idet Sukket og Skriget strømme ud over dem, lyde de som en skjøn Musik.]
The business of the poet is not to find new emotions, but to use the ordinary ones and, in working them up into poetry, to express feelings which are not in actual emotions at all.
The bad poet is usually unconscious where he ought to be conscious, and conscious where he ought to be unconscious.
Poets are almost always wrong about facts. That’s because they are not really interested in facts: only in truth.
It was from the artists and poets that the pertinent answers came, and I know that panic would have broken loose had they been able to compare notes.
He repeated until his dying day that there was no one with more common sense, no stonecutter more obstinate, no manager more, lucid or dangerous, than a poet.[Repitió hasta el último aliento que no había nadie con más sentido práctico, ni picapedreros más empecinados ni gerentes más lúcidos y peligrosos que los poetas.]