Quotes About Expression

Stand still, true poet that you are! I know you; let me try and draw you. Some night you'll fail us: when afar You rise, remember one man saw you, Knew you, and named a star!

Not to sink under being man and wife, But get some color and music out of life?

It seems to me that before a man tries to express anything to the world he must recognize in himself an individual, a new one, very distinct from others.

Artists must be men of wit, consciously or unconsciously philosophers; read, study and think a great deal of life.

Men must go out of their minds.

The man just is, but clothes are becoming.

The voice is not only indicative of man's character, but it is the expression of his spirit. Other sounds can be louder than the voice, but no sound can be more living.

The framework of men's wear is so narrow, that when you play at the edges you get labeled.

Das war ein vorspeil nur; That was only a prelude; dort wo man Buecher verbrennt, Where one burns books, vebrennt man auch am Ende One will also burn people Menchen. Eventually.

Men don't need linguistic talent; they just need courage and words.

Photography is the only "language" understood in all parts of the world, and, bridging all nations and cultures, it links the family of man.

It is the man determines what is said, not the words.

All that man has to say or do that can possibly concern mankind is in some shape or other to tell the story of his love-to sing, and, if he is fortunate and keeps alive, he will be forever in love.

The poet is a man who lives at last by watching his moods. An old poet comes at last to watch his moods as narrowly as a cat does a mouse.

The outward is only the outside of that which is within. Men are not concealed under habits, but are revealed by them; they are their true clothes.

It is not in vain that man speaks to man. This is the value of literature.

The words of some men are thrown forcibly against you and adhere like burrs.

How many fine thoughts has every man had! How few fine thoughts are expressed!

Each man has his own way of being himself and of saying it so ultimately that he can't be denied.

Every man is full of music; but it is not every man that knows how to bring it out.

I had grown men cry. I mean, literally.

The tongue of man is a twisty thing, there are plenty of words there of every kind.

All men owe honor to the poets - honor and awe; for they are dearest to the Muse who puts upon their lips the ways of life.

Are not poets men who fulfill their hopes prematurely?