Jane Austen on poetry

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.

One half of the world cannot understand the pleasures of the other.

What could I do! Facts are such horrid things!

Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost1874–1963

Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.

T. S. Eliot1888–1965“Philip Massinger”, a biographical essay, in The Sacred Wood (1920)

Poetry too is a little incarnation, giving body to what had been before invisible and inaudible.

C. S. Lewis1898–1963Reflections on the Psalms