Occupation: Poet Birth: December 13, 1911 Death: January 8, 1972
That which is not daring is nothing..
I think people need a little joy and humor as well as commitment in their lives.
What is a 'thing'? All is movement, a flowing. How stupid it is to speak of the 'mind'. There is a body; there is a mind: they are mixed up together.….
Literature is what you write when you think you should be saying something. Writing begins when you'd rather be doing anything else: and you've just ….
You will protect with the last drop of someone else's blood what was never yours..
Dogs with broken legs are shot; men with broken souls write through the night..
Why shouldn't you think it's crazy to believe in a green deer? All your life you have been taught to believe in only what you can use-to set on the t….
Think enough and you won't know anything..
Caring is the only daring..
It's dark out, Jack, the stations out there don't identify themselves, we're in it raw-blind like burned rats, it's running out all around us, the fo….
Greatness and Truth can never be in danger from these murdering wretches. To perform one's duty, be it now, be it clean, and be it done with humility….
Law and order embrace on hate's border..
All at Once Is What Eternity Is..
I don't consider myself to be a painter. I think of myself as someone who has used the medium of painting in an attempt to extend - give an extra dim….
O take heart, my brothers. Even now... with every leader & every resource & every strategy of every nation on Earth arrayed against Her - Even now, O….
Snow is the only one of us that leaves no tracks..
Everyman is me. I am his brother. No man is my enemy. I am Everyman and he is in and of me. This is my faith, my strength, my deepest hope, and my on….
I think you will agree that I am alive in every part of this book; turn back twenty, thirty, one hundred pages - I am back there. That is why I hate ….
'THIS ROOM HAS MYSTERY LIKE A TRANCE' This room has mystery like a trance Of wine ; forget-me-nots of you Are chair and couch, the books your Fingers….
Come now, my child, if we were planning to harm you, do you think we'd be lurking here beside the path in the very darkest part of the forest?.
The one who comes to question himself cares for mankind..