I call on people to be 'obsessed citizens,' forever questioning and asking for accountability. That's the only chance we have today of a healthy and happy life.
I am overwhelmed by the beautiful disorder of poetry, the eternal virginity of words.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
Fear was my father, Father Fear. His look drained the stones.
Too much reality can be a dazzle, a surfeit;Too close immediacy an exhaustion
But when I breath with the birds, The spirit of wrath becomes the spirit of blessings, And the dead begin from their dark to sing in my sleep.
(I measure time by how a body sways. )
Certain streets have an atmosphere of their own, a sort of universal fame and the particular affection of their citizens. One of such streets is the Cannebiere, and the jest: "If Paris had a Cannebiere, it would be a little Marseilles" is the jocular expression of municipal pride. I, too, I have been under the spell. For me it has been a street leading into the unknown.
One great cause of failure of young men in business is the lack of concentration.
The homestead policy was established only after long and earnest resistance; experience proves its wisdom. The lands in the hands of industrious settlers, whose labor creates wealth and contributes to the public resources, are worth more to the United States than if they had been reserved as a solitude for future purchasers.
If you move in the present moment, the whole eternity is in your hands.