As soon as beauty is sought not from religion and love, but for ...

As soon as beauty is sought not from religion and love, but for pleasure, it degrades the seeker.

How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.

How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.

We live in all we seek.

Then why did you tell me?

Write as if you are dying.

Write as if you were dying.

I couldn't unpeach the peaches.

Put yourself out of your misery.

We still and always want waking.

Write about winter in the summer.

You can't test courage cautiously.

The interior life is often stupid.

We wake, if ever at all, to mystery.

The surest sign of age is loneliness.

The irrational haunts the metaphysical.

Your feelings are none of your business.

Cruelty is a mystery, and a waste of pain.

The Pulitzer is more useful than meaningful.

I wake expectant, hoping to see a new thing.

The creatures I seek do not want to be seen.

Dan Gerber is one of our finest living poets.

The world knew you before you knew the world.

The writer studies literature, not the world.

I would like to learn, or remember, how to live.

Spend the afternoon. You can't take it with you.

if you stay still, earth buries you, ready or not.

The soul may ask God for anything, and never fail.

Make connections; let rip; and dance where you can.

Adverbs are a sign that you've used the wrong verb.

How you spend your days is how you spend your life.

Are you living just a little and calling that life?

We are here to witness the creation and to abet it.

The real and proper question is: why is it beautiful?

Matters of taste are not, it turns out, moral issues.

Our life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery.

Like everyone in his right mind, I feared Santa Claus.

The extravagant gesture is the very stuff of creation.

The way we live our days, is the way we live our lives.

Push it. examine all things intensely and relentlessly.

The way you live your days is the way you live your life.

The dear, stupid body is as easily satisfied as a spaniel.

I am a fugitive and a vagabond, a sojourner seeking signs.

Beauty and grace are performed whether or not we sense them.

In literary history, generation follows generation in a rage.

The novel is a game or joke shared between author and reader.

She read books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live.

The courage of children and beasts is a function of innocence.

why did I have to keep learning this same thing over and over?

The way to learn about a writer is to read the text. Or texts.

No one escapes the wilderness on the way to the promised land.

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