NEVER SURRENDER DREAMS If we are to be who we are; if we are to accomplish great things; then we must learn the heart's most essential rule: NEVER SURRENDER DREAMS
Windbags can be right. Aphorists can be wrong. It is a tough world.
Lyric poetry is, of course, musical in origin. I do know that what happened to poetry in the twentieth century was that it began to be written for the page. When it's a question of typography, why not? Poets have done beautiful things with typography - Apollinaire's 'Calligrammes,' that sort of thing.
Imitation, if it is not forgery, is a fine thing. It stems from a generous impulse, and a realistic sense of what can and cannot be done.
The lullaby is the spell whereby the mother attempts to transform herself back from an ogre to a saint.
The writing of a poem is like a child throwing stones into a mineshaft. You compose first, then you listen for the reverberation.
Saigon was an addicted city, and we were the drug: the corruption of children, the mutilation of young men, the prostitution of women, the humiliation of the old, the division of the family, the division of the country-it had all been done in our name. . . . The French city. . . had represented the opium stage of the addiction. With the Americans had begun the heroin phase.
As it is, plain reasoning assures me I am not indispensable to the universe: but with this reasoning, somehow, does not travel my belief.
Beloved brother, let us not forget that man can never get away from himself. [Ger. , Lass uns, geliebter Bruder, nicht vergessen, Dass von sich selbst der Mensch nicht scheiden kann. ]
When you fight for the impossible, sometimes you lose everything.
Mathematics seems to endow one with something like a new sense.