The eyes of my eyes are opened.
E. E. CUMMINGSThe eyes of my eyes are opened.
E. E. CUMMINGSThe 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.
E. E. CUMMINGSI love you much most beautiful darling more than anyone on the earth and I like you better than everything in the sky.
E. E. CUMMINGSI’d rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
E. E. CUMMINGSDo not hate or fear the artist in yourselves… Honor and love him do not try to possess him. Trust him as nobly as you trust tomorrow. Only the artist in yourself is more truthful than the night.
E. E. CUMMINGSIt is with roses and locomotives that my poems are competing.
E. E. CUMMINGSSuppose Life is an old man carrying flowers on his head.
E. E. CUMMINGSNobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.
E. E. CUMMINGSAmerica 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. CUMMINGSLove is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear.
E. E. CUMMINGSAlways the beautiful answer who asks a more beautiful question.
E. E. CUMMINGSHere’s to opening and upward… and to yourself and up with you and up with and up with laughing.
E. E. CUMMINGSEquality is what does not exist among mortals.
E. E. CUMMINGSI will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes to dash against darkness.
E. E. CUMMINGSOnly by you my heart always moves.
E. E. CUMMINGSBecause you aren’t afraid to kiss the dirt (and consequently dare to climb the sky)
E. E. CUMMINGS