We always love those who admire us; we do not always love those whom we admire.
I defer to all these other American poets who, for some reason, I both envy and admire.
I love wisdom. And you can never be great at anything unless you love it. Not be in love with it, but love the thing, admire the thing. And it seems that if you love the thing, and you don’t just want to possess it, it will find you.
The generous Critic fann’d the Poet’s fire, And taught the world with reason to admire.
Find a beautiful piece of art. If you fall in love with Van Gogh or Matisse or John Oliver Killens, or if you fall love with the music of Coltrane, the music of Aretha Franklin, or the music of Chopin – find some beautiful art and admire it, and realize that that was created by human beings just like you, no more human, no less.
But Wordsworth is the poet I admire above all others.
Among those whom I like or admire, I can find no common denominator, but among those whom I love, I can: all of them make me laugh.
I admire President Chavez for his strength to resist the United States. Instead, Bush is waging a war of terrorism against the world.
I pass by people, grazing them on the edges, and it bothers me. I’ve got to admire someone to really like them deeply – to value them as friends.
The effect of studying masterpieces is to make me admire and do otherwise.