I like an ending that's both a door and a window.

What makes the engine go? Desire, desire, desire.

A longing for the dance stirs in the buried life.

You don't make a poem with ideas, but with words.

Paintings are painted with paint, not with ideas.

Love is not what we become but who we already are

Resolve to be merry though the ship were sinking.

Joy:show joy & enjoy: then others will be joyful.

I ride earth's burning carousel. Day in, day out.

My flesh winced, in cowardice, from such a death.

Whatever is going to happen is already happening.

Make foes of bowmen if you must, Never of penmen.

As if hands were enough To hold an avalanche off.

You are as prone to love, as the sun is to shine.

February, fill the dyke with what thou dost like.

I'm hoping to have a ninth decade like Matisse's.

The greatest justice in life is to be who one is.

To love another person is to see the face of God.

There are many lovely women, but no perfect ones.

Fame must have enemies, as light must have gnats.

Ideas can no more flow backward than can a river.

Dying is nothing. What's terrible is not to live.

The wise man is he who knows when and how to stop

There are things stronger than the strongest man.

We may be masters of our every lot By bearing it.

Womankind Is ever a fickle and a changeful thing.

A poet is a professional maker of verbal objects.

One cannot review a bad book without showing off.

Great art is clear thinking about mixed feelings.

The story of each stone leads back to a mountain.

The summer night is like a perfection of thought.

I still feel the need of some imperishable bliss.

Life's nonsense pierces us with strange relation.

Imagination...is the irrepressible revolutionist.

The future is no more uncertain than the present.

If any thing is sacred, the human body is sacred.

I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear.

I swear I think there is nothing but immortality!

The old Lie:Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.

I am in you and you in me, mutual in divine love.

Eternity is in love with the productions of time.

The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.

Jesus & his apostles & disciples were all artists

All great poets have been men of great knowledge.

The innocent seldom find an uncomfortable pillow.

Fanaticism, the false fire of an overheated mind.

Built God a church and laughed His word to scorn.

Open your heart and take us in, Love-love and me.

We know what we are, but know not what we may be.

Mean and mighty, rotting Together, have one dust.

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