Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star...
You are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing.
Such was a poet and shall be and is -who’ll solve the depths of horror to defend a sunbeam’s architecture with his life: and carve immortal jungles of despair to hold a mountain’s heartbeat in his hand.
Laughing is just another way of showing people your wise.
That which we die for lives as wholly as that which we live for dies.
Your homecoming will be my homecoming.
Tumbling-hair picker of buttercups violets dandelions And the big bullying daisies through the field wonderful with eyes a little sorry Another comes also picking flowers.
Miracles are to come. With you I leave a remembrance of miracles: they are by somebody who can love and who shall be continually reborn, a human being.
If a poet is anybody, he is somebody to whom things made matter very little – somebody who is obsessed by Making.
If 180 million people want to be undead, that’s their funeral, but I happen to like being alive.
Like the burlesque comedian, I am abnormally fond of that precision which creates movement.
Kisses are a better fate than wisdom.
To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.
The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful.
The hardest challenge is to be yourself in a world where everyone is trying to make you be somebody else.
Be of love a little more careful than of anything.
Tomorrow is our permanent address.
As small as a world as large as alone.
Nobody loses all the time.
O gouvernment francais, I think it was not very clever of You to put this terrible doll in La Ferte; for when Governments are found dead there is always a little doll on top of them, pulling and tweaking with his little hands to get back at the microscopic knife which sticks firmly in the quiet meat of their hearts.
The theory of the free press is not that the truth will be presented completely or perfectly in any one instance, but that the truth will emerge from free discussion.