Commonsense is the wick of the candle.

When you do not know what you are doing and what you are doing is the best - that is inspiration.

I do not remember-that is the point-the first impulse that pumped and shoved most of the earlier poems along, and they are still too near me, with their vehement beat-pounding black and green rhythms like those of a very young policeman exploding, for me to see the written evidence of it.

I could never tell where inspiration begins and impulse leaves off. I suppose the answer is in the outcome. If your hunch proves a good one, you were inspired; if it proves bad, you are guilty of yielding to thoughtless impulse.

Inspiration is the impact of a fact on a well-prepared mind.

There is no wide road which leads to the Muses.

Inspiration is a hoax fabricated by poets for their own self-importance.

The ultimate inspiration is the deadline.

Inspirations never go in for long engagements; they demand immediate marriage to action.