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I like people, but to learn about one individual always appeals to me more than anything.
It is not enough these days to simply QUESTION AUTHORITY. You have to speak with it, too.
He was his own leftover, the spat-out scrag. He was what his brain could make nothing of.
The world rolls under the long thrust of his heel. Over the cage floor the horizons come.
In the pit of red You hid from the bone-clinic whiteness But the jewel you lost was blue.
Art is the means we have of undoing the damage of haste. It's what everything else isn't.
The body and the soul know how to play In that dark world where gods have lost their way.
Any fool can take a bad line out of a poem; it takes a real pro to throw out a good line.
Direct me gods, whose changes are all holy, To where it flickers deep in grass, the moly.
In every age have mighty spirits dwelt unseen with man, biding the hour that needed them.
Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.
Oh would I were dead now, Or up in my bed now, To cover my head now, And have a good cry!
The stone that is rolling can gather no moss;For master and servant oft changing is loss.
Let heartbreak be alternative to coffe break, five midmorning minutes devoted to emotion.
The language marches in step with the executioners. Therefore we must get a new language.
It is always better to write for the whole of society than for the poetry-reading public.
I love being on the road with others, with a camera, but also being alone writing poetry.
Only Love conceives things worthy enough to stand greater than individual accomplishment.
There is always more misery among the lower classes than there is humanity in the higher.
I advance in life, I grow more simple, and I become more and more patriotic for humanity.
What is history? An echo of the past in the future; a reflex from the future on the past.
The poetic element lying hidden in most women is the source of their magnetic attraction.
The supreme ordeal, let us say rather, the only ordeal, is the loss of the beloved being.
I only take a half share in the civil war; I am willing to die, I am not willing to kill.
I can't help but go against the grain, I suppose it is in my fabric to be a rule-breaker.
I think the first prerequisite to civilization is an ability to make polite conversation.
There is a great deal of difference in believing something still, and believing it again.
Modern poetry, for me, began not in English at all but in Spanish, in the poems of Lorca.
in the presence of extraordinary actuality, consciousness takes the place of imagination.
Whoever degrades another degrades me, And whatever is done or said returns at last to me.
There can be no theory of any account unless it corroborate with the theory of the earth.
Let us not write at a loose rambling rate, in hope the world will wink at all our faults.
Flying is the only active profession I could ever continue with enthusiasm after the War.
Flying is the only active profession I would ever continue with enthusiasm after the War.
We are not meant to resolve all contradictions but to live with them and rise above them.
The pure soul shall mount on native wings, . . . and cut a path into the heaven of glory.
All the destruction in Christian Europe has arisen from deism, which is natural religion.
Cast your mind on other days that we in coming days may be still the indomitable Irishry.
I see a schoolboy when I think of him, With face and nose pressed to a sweet-shop window.
We are happy when for everything inside us there is a corresponding something outside us.
The February sunshine steeps your boughs and tints the buds and swells the leaves within.
so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens.
[History is] a tyranny over the souls of the dead - and so the imagination of the living.
But, oh, Thou bounteous Giver of all good, Thou art, of all Thy gifts, Thyself thy crown!
When from soft love proceeds the deep distress, ah! why forbid the willing tears to flow?
Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.
Like as the waves make towards the pebbl'd shore, so do our minutes, hasten to their end.
Have I thought long to see this morning’s face, And doth it give me such a sight as this?
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
Ambition, the soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss, than gain which darkens him.