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Born in April 24, 1905 / Died in September 15, 1989 / United States / English

Quotes by Robert Penn Warren

Poets, we know, are terribly sensitive people, and in my observation one of the things they are most sensitive about is money.
The poet is in the end probably more afraid of the dogmatist who wants to extract the message from the poem and throw the poem away than he is of the sentimentalist who says, "Oh, just let me enjoy the poem."
The urge to write poetry is like having an itch. When the itch becomes annoying enough, you scratch it.
Most writers are trying to find what they think or feel... not simply working from the given, but toward the given, saying the unsayable and steadily asking, "What do I really feel about this?"
I've been to a lot of places and done a lot of things, but writing was always first. It's a kind of pain I can't do without.
What is a poem but a hazardous attempt at self-understanding? It is the deepest part of autobiography.
For what is a poem but a hazardous attempt at self-understanding: it is the deepest part of autobiography.
The poem is a little myth of man's capacity of making life meaningful. And in the end, the poem is not a thing we see-it is, rather, a light by which we may see-and what we see is life.
I don't expect you'll hear me writing any poems to the greater glory of Ronald and Nancy Reagan.
How do poems grow? They grow out of your life.
A young man's ambition is to get along in the world and make a place for himself-half your life goes that way, till you're 45 or 50. Then, if you're lucky, you make terms with life, you get released.
Storytelling and copulation are the two chief forms of amusement in the South. They're inexpensive and easy to procure.
So little time we live in Time, And we learn all so painfully, That we may spare this hour's term To practice for Eternity.
The end of man is knowledge but there's one thing he can't know. He can't know whether knowledge will save him or kill him. He will be killed, all right, but he can't know whether he is killed because of the knowledge which he has got or because of the knowledge which he hasn't got and which if he had it would save him.
the pomp Of pain swells like the Indies, or a plum