Women and men(both little and small) cared for anyone not at all they sowed their isnâ€™t they reaped their same sun moon stars rain
Laughing is just another way of showing people your wise
I imagine that yes is the only living thing. E. E. Cumm
great men burn bridges before they come to them
my mind is a big hunk of irrevocable nothing which touch and taste and smell and hearing and sight keep hitting and chipping with sharp fatal tools in an agony of sensual chisels i perform squirms of chrome and ex -ecute strides of cobalt nevertheless i feel that i cleverly am being altered that i s
may came home with a smooth round stone as small as a world and as large as alone.
Humanity I love you because when you're hard up you pawn your intelligence to buy a drink.
May my heart always be open to little birds, who are the secrets of living. Whatever they sing is better than to know. And if men should not hear them - then men are old.
the poems to come are for you and for me and are not for mostpeople... you and i are human beings; mostpeople are snobs.
maggie and milly and molly and may went down to the beach (to play one day) and maggie discovered a shell that sang so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles, and milly befriended a stranded star whose rays five languid fingers were and molly was chased by a horrible thing which raced sideways w
What concerns me fundamentaly is a meteoric burlesk melodrama, born of the immemorial adage love will find a way.
You shall above all things be glad and young...
I spill my bright incalculable soul
The snow doesn't give a soft white damn whom it touches.
Knowledge is a polite word for dead but not buried imagination.
Once we believe in ourselves, we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight, or any experience that reveals the human spirit.
Spring is like a perhaps hand
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility:whose texture compels me with the colour of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing (i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;only something in me understands the voice of
unlove's the heavenless hell and the homeless home
Listen; there's a hell of a good universe next door: let's go.
somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence; in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near
Writingis an art; and artistsare human beings. As a human being stands, so a human being is
All ignorance toboggans into know and trudges up to ignorance again.
Nothing recedes like progress.
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
The intellectuals' chief cause of anguish are one another's works. Jacques Barzun, 1959 all ignorance toboggans into know and trudges up to ignorance again.
I was too tired to think. I merely felt the town as a unique unreality. What was it? I knew -- the moon's picture of a town. These streets with their houses did not exist, they were but a ludicrous projection of the moon's sumptuous personality. This was a city of Pretend, created by the hypnotism o
The hardest fight a man has to fight is to live in a world where every single day someone is trying to make you someone you do not want to be--
Time's a strange fellow; more he gives than takes (and he takes all