Originality is... a by-product of sincerity.
Your thorns are the best part of you.
Any writer overwhelmingly honest about pleasing himself is almost sure to please others.
Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads.
The hands are the heart's messengers.
Life is energy, and energy is creativity. And even when individuals pass on, the energy is retained in the work of art, locked in it and awaiting release if only someone will take the time and the care to unlock it.
Omissions are not accidents.
Beauty is everlasting And dust is for a time.
Superior people never make long visits.
Conscious writing can be the death of poetry.
The passion for setting people right is in itself an afflictive disease.
A writer is unfair to himself when he is unable to be hard on himself.
The heart that gives, gathers.
I never 'plan' a stanza. Words cluster like chromosomes, determining the procedure.
One writes because one has a burning desire to objectify what it is indispensable to one's happiness to express.
You're not free until you've been made captive by supreme belief.
One must be as clear as one's natural reticence allows one to be.
There never was a war that was not inward; I must fight till I have conquered in myself what causes war.
The deepest feeling always shows itself in silence.
War is pillage versus resistance and if illusions of magnitude could be transmuted into ideals of magnanimity, peace might be realized.
I, too, dislike it. Reading it, however, with a perfect contempt for it, one discovers in it, after all, a place for the genuine.
It is in general true that in order to create works of art one has to have leisure. On the other hand I think that one needs to experience resistance in a practical sense, and even that which is poignant to bring out what makes easy reading for others. Too much deprivation of course, means death.
My father used to say, "Superior people never make long visits, have to be shown Longfellows grave, or the glass flowers at Harvard."
Wolf's wool is the best of wool, / but it cannot be sheared because / the wolf will not comply.
I see no reason for calling my work poetry except that there is no other category in which to put it.
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