I have in later years taken to Euclid, Whitehead, Bertrand Russell, in an elemental way.
I doubt if you can have a truly wild party without liquor.
Tongues wrangled dark at a man. He buttoned his overcoat and stood alone. In a snowstorm, red hollyberries, thoughts, he stood alone.
Not often in the story of mankind does a man arrive on earth who is both steel and velvet, who is as hard as rock and soft as drifting fog, who holds in his heart and mind the paradox of terrible storm and peace unspeakable and perfect.
Arithmetic is numbers you squeeze from your head to your hand to your pencil to your paper till you get the answer.
Ordering a man to write a poem is like commanding a pregnant woman to give birth to a red-headed child.
The past is a bucket of ashes
Hope is an echo, hope ties itself yonder, yonder.
An ambition is a little creeper that creeps and creeps in your heart night and day, singing a little song, "Come and find me, come and find me."
In the night the cabbages catch at the moon, the leaves drip silver, the rows of cabbages are a series of little silver waterfalls in the moon.
What is there more of in the world than anything else? Ends.
I was up day and night with Lincoln for years. I couldn't have picked a better companion.
There are people who want to be everywhere at once, and they get nowhere
Time is the coin of our live. We must take care how we spend it.
POETRY: A sliver of the moon lost in the belly of a golden frog.
Enough small empty boxes thrown into a big empty box fill it full.
Sometime they'll give a war and nobody will come.
I am still studying verbs and the mystery of how they connect nouns. I am more suspicious of adjectives than at any other time in all my born days.
Read the dictionary from A to Izzard today. Get a vocabulary. Brush up on your diction. See whether wisdom is just a lot of language.
Often I look back and see that I had been many kinds of a fool-and that I had been happy in being this or that kind of fool.
Arithmetic is where the answer is right and everything is nice and you can look out of the window and see the blue sky - or the answer is wrong and you have to start over and try again and see how it comes out this time.
You remember some bedrooms you have slept in. There are bedrooms you like to remember and others you would like to forget.
A man may be born, but in order to be born he must first die, and in order to die he must first awake.
People lie because they don't remember clear what they saw. People lie because they can't help making a story better than it was the way it happened.
Poetry is a projection across silence of cadences arranged to break that silence with definite intentions of echoes, syllables, wave lengths.
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