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It may not be written in any book, but it is written - You can't go back, you can't repeat the unrepeatable.
In following their line through, and those of Plantagenet and Tudor, there is but little to soothe the mind.
I might show facts as plain as day: but, since your eyes are blind, you'd say, 'Where? What?' and turn away.
Artfulness is not simple entertainment, especially during upheaval, unleashing creative life is sacred duty.
When you feel bad, find a person to talk to and cry with, to tell of your anger and other helpless feelings.
To share your weakness is to make yourself vulnerable; to make yourself vulnerable is to show your strength.
Love with delight discourses in my mindUpon my lady's admirable gifts...Beyond the range of human intellect.
But man must light for man The fires no other can, And find in his own eye Where the strange crossroads lie.
I always expose the apparatus. I show how the film was made. I acknowledge the filmmaker and the filmmaking.
A good poem looks life straight in the face, unflinching, sincere, equal to revelation through loss or gain.
Hark, dumbass, the error is not to fall but to fall from no height. Don't fall off a curb, fall off a cliff.
Over the years, I became more and more interested in the forms and techniques in which things could be said.
If woman is inconstant, good, I am faithful to ebb and flow, I fall in season and now is a time of ripening.
Every afternoon, I shut the door of my bedroom to write: Poetry was secret, dangerous, wicked and delicious.
Sleeping as quiet as death, side by wrinkled side, toothless, salt and brown, like two old kippers in a box.
Unhappie Verse, the witnesse of my unhappie state, Make thy selfe fluttring wings of thy fast flying Thought
it may be said of me by Harper & Brothers, that although I reject their proposals, I welcome their advances.
Death devours all lovely things; Lesbia with her sparrow Shares the darkness--presently Every bed is narrow.
There is something about poetry beyond prose logic, there is mystery in it, not to be explained but admired.
Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God: But only he who sees takes off his shoes.
Poetry is the most intimate of all writing. I want to speak first from me to myself and then from me to you.
Religion I have defined as "Another of those numerous failures resulting from an attempt to popularize art".
There is no technique, there is just the way to do it. Now, are we going to measure or are we going to cook?
Do not make best friends with a melancholy sad soul. They always are heavily loaded, and you must bear half.
Sometimes you finish the poem, and that last piece clicks in place. Sometimes the poem is finished with you.
The great happiness of life, I find, after all, to consist in the regular discharge of some mechanical duty.
I remember the people I knew in prison; I was very fortunate to know them - they came from 1910, 1920, 1930.
Good health is a duty to yourself, to your contemporaries, to your inheritors, to the progress of the world.
As you get older, you find that often the wheat, disentangling itself from the chaff, comes out to meet you.
What is this precious love and laughter budding in our hearts? It is the glorious sound of a soul waking up!
The miracle is that your children will love you with all your imperfections if you can do the same for them.
Communism possesses a language which every people can understand - its elements are hunger, envy, and death.
The goldenrod is yellow, The corn is turning brown, The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down.
They are dead; but they live in each Patriot's breast, And their names are engraven on honor's bright crest.
All that is best in the great poets of all countries is not what is national in them, but what is universal.
God's voice was not in the earthquake, Not in the fire, nor the storm, but it was in the whispering breezes.
We are not going in circles, we are going upwards. The path is a spiral; we have already climbed many steps.
Within us there is someone who knows everything, wills everything, does everything better than we ourselves.
Invite your friend to a feast, but leave your enemy alone; and especially invite the one who lives near you.
...if you do not even understand what words say, how can you expect to pass judgement on what words conceal?
But beauty is set apart, beauty is cast by the sea, a barren rock, beauty is set about with wrecks of ships.
For you are abstract, making no mistake, slurring no word in the rhythm you make, the poem, writ in the air.
Surely oak and threefold brass surrounded his heart who first trusted a frail vessel to the merciless ocean.
Patience makes lighter / What sorrow may not heal. ("sed levius fit patientia quidquid corrigere est nefas")
There are words and accents by which this grief can be assuaged, and the disease in a great measure removed.
He who postpones the hour of living is like the rustic who waits for the river to run out before he crosses.
Why are stamps adorned with kings and presidents? That we may lick their hinder parts and thump their heads.
My films are an extension of my poetry, using the white screen like the white page to be filled with images.
And to Shakespeare I owe my vision of the world as a theater, wherein all humans are acting out their parts.
Thought can wing its way Swifter than lightning-flashes or the beam That hastens on the pinions of the morn.