You are what you think about all day.
Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness.
Well, while I’m here I’ll do the work – and what’s the work? To ease the pain of living. Everything else, drunken dumbshow.
There should be no distinction between what we write down, and what we really know.
Ordinary mind includes eternal perceptions. Notice what you notice. Observe what’s vivid. Catch yourself thinking. Vividness is self-selecting. And remember the future.
The poignancy of a photograph comes from looking back to a fleeting moment in a floating world. The transitoriness is what creates the sense of the sacred.
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked.
A poem is like a radio that can broadcast continuously for thousands of years.
To gain your own voice, forget about having it heard. Become a saint of your own province and your own consciousness.
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It’s that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that’s what the poet does.
The weight of the world is love. Under the burden of solitude, under the burden of dissatisfaction.
It’s never to late to do nothing at all.
None of us understand what we’re doing, but we do beautiful things anyway.
How sick i am! that thought Always comes to me with horror. Is it this strange for everybody? But such fugitive feelings have always been my metier.
I don’t do anything with my life except romanticize and decay with indecision.
The suffering itself is not so bad; it’s the resentment against suffering that is the real pain.
Which way will the sunflower turn surrounded by millions of suns?
The real America that Whitman proclaimed and Thoreau decoded.
First thoughts are the strongest.
You can’t escape the past in Paris, and yet what’s so wonderful about it is that the past and present intermingle so intangibly that it doesn’t seem to burden.