“Poetry began in the matriarchal age, and derives its magic from the moon, not from the sun. No poet can hope to understand the nature of poetry unless he has had a vision of the Naked King crucified to the lopped oak, and watched the dancers, red-eyed from the acrid smoke of the sacrificial fires, stamping out the measure of the dance, their bodies bent uncouthly forward, with a monotonous chant of "Kill! kill! kill!" and "Blood! blood! blood!”

“If there's no money in poetry, neither is there poetry in money”

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

“There's no money in poetry. Then again, there's no poetry in money either.”

“There’s no money in poetry, but then there’s no poetry in money either.” - Robert Graves”

“The function of poetry is religious invocation of the muse; its use is the experience of mixed exaltation and horror that her presence excites.”

“You can take the barbarian out of the tavern, but he can take the blood out of your body.”