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Inspiration

To the artist is sometimes granted a sudden, transient insight which serves in this matter for experience. A flash, and where previously the brain held a dead fact, the soul grasps a living truth! At moments we are all artists.

Arnold Bennett (1867-1931) English novelist .

Write while the heat is in you. The writer who postpones the recording of his thoughts uses an iron which has cooled to burn a hole with. He cannot inflame the minds of his audience.

Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862) American naturalist, poet and philosopher.

An idea ran back and forward in his head like a blind man, knocking over the solid furniture.

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

Robert Bresson (1901-1999) French film director.

Stung by the splendor of a sudden thought.

Robert Browning (1812 -1889) British poet.

There never was a great soul that did not have some divine inspiration.

Marcus Tulius Cicero (106-43 BC) Writer, politician and great roman orator.

Had it not been for you, I should have remained what I was when we first met, a prejudiced, narrow-minded being, with contracted sympathies and false knowledge, wasting my life on obsolete trifles, and utterly insensible to the privilege of living in this wondrous age of change and progress.

Benjamin Disraeli (1804-1881) British politician and author.

Most of us who turn to any subject we love remember some morning or evening hour when we got on a high stool to reach down an untried volume, or sat with parted lips listening to a new talker, or for very lack of books began to listen to the voices within, as the first traceable beginning of our love.

George Eliot (1819-1880) British writer.

The torpid artist seeks inspiration at any cost, by virtue or by vice, by friend or by fiend, by prayer or by wine.

Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882) U.S. poet, essayist and lecturer.

I didn't have to think up so much as a comma or a semicolon; it was all given, straight from the celestial recording room. Weary, I would beg for a break, an intermission, time enough, let's say, to go to the toilet or take a breath of fresh air on the balcony. Nothing doing!

Henry Miller (1891-1980) American author.

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