I am not one of the great journalists of my time.
Life is not lost by dying! Life is lost, Minute by minute, day by dragging day, In all the thousand, small, uncaring ways. . .
We thought, because we had power, we had wisdom.
Our earth is but a small star in a great universe. Yet of it we can make, if we choose, a planet unvexxed by war, untroubled by hunger or fear, undivided by senseless distinctions of race, color or theory.
Remember that when you say "I will have non of this exile and this stranger for his face is not like my face and his speech is strange," you have denied America with that word.
Bury my heart at Wounded Knee.
Since graveyards are often built over older burial grounds, I assume Dolores Park was probably an Indian, (an Ohlone) graveyard before that. I think the fact that it has so many layers underneath the contemporary one intrigues me.
The most sure method of subjecting yourself to be deceived is to consider yourself more cunning than others.
You know, you try to move the Brussels bureaucracy, and unless you have some capacity to really break it, you can't move it. It just sits there and stares at you.
XVII Lady, i will touch you with my mind. Touch you and touch and touch until you give me suddenly a smile,shyly obscene (lady i will touch you with my mind. )Touch you,that is all, lightly and you utterly will become with infinite care the poem which i do not write.
Does truth prevail more if we are not on speaking terms with those whose view of truth differs from ours?