“And now you are and I am and we’re a mystery which will never happen again.”

The symbol of all art is the Prism. The goal is unrealism. The method is destructive. To break up the white light of objective realism, into the secret glories which it contains.

One’s not half two. It’s two are halves of one.

It is with roses and locomotives that my poems are competing.

Once we believe in ourselves, we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight, or any experience that reveals the human spirit.

To destroy is always the first step in any creation.

Exists no miracle mightier than this: to feel.

I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.

We can never be born enough.

You have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things that break, and— Just tired. So am I.

Always the beautiful answer who asks a more beautiful question.

Twice I have lived forever in a smile.

Laughing is just another way of showing people your wise.

I imagine that yes is the only living thing.

The theory of the free press is not that the truth will be presented completely or perfectly in any one instance, but that the truth will emerge from free discussion.

A poet is someone who is abnormally fond of that precision which creates movement. Which is to say the highest form of concentration possible: fascination; to report on the electrifying experience of being.

Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.

Do you want to have God always in your mind? Be just as he made you to be. Do not go seeking another “you”.

You must find something that you deeply love and are passionate about and are willing to sacrifice a lot to achieve.

Our Creator would never have made such lovely days, and have given us the deep hearts to enjoy them, above and beyond all thought, unless we were meant to be immortal.

True love ennobles and dignifies the material labors of life; and homely services rendered for love’s sake have in them a poetry that is immortal.

God’s love is so real that He created you to prove it.

She has to have four arms, four legs, four eyes, two hearts, and double the love. There is nothing “single” about a single mom.

The soul that walks in love neither tires others nor grows tired.

If we practice love of neighbor with great perfection, we will have done everything.