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.
E. E. CUMMINGSLovers alone wear sunlight.
More E. E. Cummings Quotes
-
-
I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.
E. E. CUMMINGS -
Sweet springtime is my time is your time is our time for springtime is love time and viva sweet love.
E. E. CUMMINGS -
Remember one thing only: that it’s you-nobody else-who determines your destiny and decides your fate. Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.
E. E. CUMMINGS -
Tomorrow is our permanent address.
E. E. CUMMINGS -
The eyes of my eyes are opened.
E. E. CUMMINGS -
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.
E. E. CUMMINGS -
The eyes of my eyes are opened.
E. E. CUMMINGS -
America makes prodigious mistakes, America has colossal faults, but one thing cannot be denied: America is always on the move. She may be going to Hell, of course, but at least she isn’t standing still.
E. E. CUMMINGS -
The Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself.
E. E. CUMMINGS -
A politician is an arse upon which everyone has sat except a man.
E. E. CUMMINGS -
America makes prodigious mistakes, America has colossal faults, but one thing cannot be denied: America is always on the move. She may be going to Hell, of course, but at least she isn’t standing still.
E. E. CUMMINGS -
Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
E. E. CUMMINGS -
Most people are perfectly afraid of silence.
E. E. CUMMINGS -
To be nobody-but-yourself – in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else – means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.
E. E. CUMMINGS -
I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.
E. E. CUMMINGS







