“The real war will never get in the books.”

The powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse.

Not I, nor anyone else can travel that road for you. You must travel it by yourself. It is not far. It is within reach. Perhaps you have been on it since you were born, and did not know. Perhaps it is everywhere – on water and land.

A great city is that which has the greatest men and women.

All is procession; the universe is a procession with measured and beautiful motion.

The smallest sprout shows there is really no death.

To drive free, to love free, to court destruction with taunts, to feed the remainder of life with one hour of fullness and freedom – one brief hour of madness and joy.

Every hour of every day is an unspeakably perfect miracle.

Some people are so much sunshine to the square inch.

Whoever degrades another degrades me, And whatever is done or said returns at last to me.

In the confusion we stay with each other, happy to be together, speaking without uttering a single word.

I hate commas in the wrong places.

I swear to you, there are divine things more beautiful than words can tell.

The ecstasy is so short but the forgetting is so long.

Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed.

I accept reality and dare not question it.

I exist as I am, that is enough.

Children aren’t coloring books. You don’t get to fill them with your favorite colors.

A man armed with a rhyming dictionary is a dangerous man.

Give me a flagon of red wine, a book of verses, a loaf of bread, and a little idleness. If with such store I might sit by thy dear side in some lonely place, I should deem myself happier than a king in his kingdom.

I think sometimes what people miss about black people is that we’re complicated.

We shouldn’t teach great books; we should teach a love of reading.

Oh, you who are trying to learn the marvel of Love through the copy book of reason, I’m very much afraid that you will never really see the point.

An event of colossal and overwhelming significance may happen all at once, but the words which describe it have to come one by one in a long chain.

Elvis Presley is all there is. There just ain’t no more. Everything starts and ends with Elvis. He wrote the book. He is everything to do and not to do in the music business.