Forgive me my nonsense, as I also forgive the nonsense of those that think they talk sense.
We dance round in a ring and suppose, but the secret sits in the middle and knows.
Live life like its the last breath you take for that breath is the whole essence of living, the little things in life are what connects us to all the big things we live for.
All the fun is in how you say a thing.
You’re always believing ahead of your evidence. What was the evidence I could write a poem? I just believed it. The most creative thing in us is to believe in a thing.
Nature is always hinting at us. It hints over and over again. And suddenly we take the hint.
There never was any heart truly great and generous, that was not also tender and compassionate.
All thought is a feat of association; having what’s in front of you bring up something in your mind that you almost didn’t know you knew.
The artist in me cries out for design.
The afternoon knows what the morning never suspected.
The world is full of willing people; some willing to work, the rest willing to let them.
A mother takes twenty years to make a man of her boy, and another woman makes a fool of him in twenty minutes.
Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I’ve tasted of desire, I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.
Poetry is what is lost in translation. It is also what is lost in interpretation.
It’s a funny thing that when a man hasn’t anything on earth to worry about, he goes off and gets married.
The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day.
If you’re looking for something to be brave about, consider fine arts.
But not gold in commercial quantities, Just enough gold to make the engagement rings And marriage rings of those who owned the farm. What gold more innocent could one have asked for?
Courage is the human virtue that counts most-courage to act on limited knowledge and insufficient evidence. That’s all any of us have.
Writing a poem is discovering.