Time is the coin of your life. You spend it. Do not allow others to spend it for you.
I don't know where I'm going, but I'm on my way.
A baby is God's opinion that the world should go on.
The moon is friend for the lonesome to talk to.
Life is like an onion; you peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep.
Nothing happens unless first a dream.
Come clean with a child heart Laugh as peaches in the summer wind Let rain on a house roof be a song Let the writing on your face be a smell of apple orchards on late June.
Time is the coin of your life. It is the only coin you have, and only you can determine how it will be spent. Be careful lest you let other people spend it for you.
Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance.
I'm an idealist. I don't know where I'm going but I'm on the way.
Two bubbles found they had rainbows on their curves. They flickered out saying: "It was worth being a bubble, just to have held that rainbow thirty seconds.
Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits.
There is an eagle in me that wants to soar, and there is a hippopotamus in me that wants to wallow in the mud
To work hard, to live hard, to die hard, and then go to hell after all would be too damn hard.
Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what was seen during a moment.
Give me hunger, pain and want, Shut me out with shame and failure From your doors of gold and fame, Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger! But leave me a little love.
Life is an onion - you peel it year by year and sometimes cry.
Time is the most valuable coin in your life. You and you alone will determine how that coin will be spent. Be careful that you do not let other people spend it for you.
Let your heart look on white sea spray and be lonely. Love is a fool star. You and a ring of stars may mention my name and then forget me. Love is a fool star.
I'm either going to be a writer or a bum.
In these times you have to be an optimist to open your eyes when you awake in the morning
Sometime they’ll give a war and nobody will come.
By night the skyscraper looms in the smoke and the stars and has a soul.
Ordering a man to write a poem is like commanding a pregnant woman to give birth to a red-haired child.
Yesterday and tomorrow cross and mix on the skyline. The two are lost in a purple haze. One forgets, one waits.
I am an idealist. I don’t know where I’m going, but I’m on my way.
There is a music for lonely hearts nearly always. If the music dies down there is a silence. Almost the same as the movement of music. To know silence perfectly is to know music.
The past is a bucket of ashes
There are some people who can receive a truth by no other way than to have their understanding shocked and insulted
We can never possibly know what is about to happen: it is happening, each time, for the first time, for the only time.
Anger is the most impotent of passions. It effects nothing it goes about, and hurts the one who is possessed by it more than the one against whom it is directed.
Tell no man anything, for no man listens Yet hold thy lips ready to speak.
I take you and pile high the memories. Death will break her claws on some I keep.
After the sunset on the prairie, there are only the stars
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, if the women don't get you then the whiskey must.
Our lives are like a candle in the wind.
God, let me remember all good losers.
I've written some poetry I don't understand myself
A book is never a masterpiece: it becomes one.
I never made a mistake in grammar but one in my life and as soon as I done it I seen it
Why did he write to her, “I can’t live without you?” And why did she write to him “I can’t live without you?” For he went west and she went east and they both lived.
A women is like a tea bag.it's only when she is in hot water that you realize how strong she is.
So we all love a wild girl keeping a hold On a dream she wants.
Somebody's little girl- how easy it is to make a sob story over who she once was and who she now is.
There is only one child in the world and the Child’s name is All Children.
I am stone and steel of your sleeping numbers; I remember all you forget. I will die as many times as you make me over again.
Read the dictionary from A to Izzard today. Get a vocabulary. Brush up on your diction. See whether wisdom is just a lot of language.
Revolt and terror pay a price. Order and law have a cost.
If the facts are against you, argue the law. If the law is against you, argue the facts. If the law and the facts are against you, pound the table and yell like hell
The single clenched fist lifted and ready, Or the open asking hand held out and waiting. Choose: For we meet by one or the other.
One Parting Why did he write to her, "I can't live without you"? And why did she write to him, "I can't live without you"? For he went west, she went east, And they both lived.
I won't take my religion from any man who never works except with his mouth.
Someday they'll give a war and nobody will come.
There are men and women so lonely they believe God, too, is lonely.
Now I am here - now read me - give me a name.
Have I, have you, been too silent? Is there an easy crime of silence?
Nothing happens unless first we dream.
I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.
Fog The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on.
The shovel is brother to the gun.
Come and show me another city with lifted head singing so proud to be alive and coarse and strong and cunning.
Nothing happens... but first a dream
Let a joy keep you. Reach out your hands and take it runs by.
The secret to happiness is to admire without desiring.
Wishes left on your lips The mark of their wings. Regrets fly kites in your eyes.
Here I saw a city rise and say to the peoples round world: Listen, I am strong, I know what I want.
Why does a hearse horse snicker, hauling a lawyer away?
The doorknobs open the doors. The windows are always either open or shut. We are always either upstairs or downstairs in this house. Everything is the same as it always was.
To know silence perfectly is to know music.
There are some people so lonely, they think God is lonely too-
One of the greatest necessities in America is to discover creative solitude.
I cannot tell you now; When the wind's drive and whirl Blow me along no longer, And the wind's a whisper at last - Maybe I'll tell you then some other time.
Enough small empty boxes thrown into a big empty box fill it full.
Blowing,Blowing The gray slabs Will lose you the winds will flick you away In a whiff
The fog comes on little cat feet.
A tough will counts. So does desire. So does a rich soft wanting. Without rich wanting nothing arrives.
A baby is God's opinion that life should go on.
And the Sphinx broke its long silence: "Don't expect too much.
SONG OF THE MAN WHO WAS TO BE HUNG The thunders will take me home, whenever I mind to go home, my friends, and the wind it will take me home, too.
Death comes once, let it be easy.
Seine Kleider, die den Zweck hatten, Kälte und Hitze von ihm abzuhalten, schienen zu flüstern: Er zog uns an, während er mit seinen Gedanken ganz wo anders war.
I know of no task so salutory to the poet who would, first of all, put himself in touch with the resident genius of his own land.
Night from a railroad car window is a great, dark, soft thing Broken across with slashes of light.
There is only one child in the world and the child's name is all children.
To a man across a thousand years I offer a handshake. I say to him: Brother, make the story short, for the stretch of a thousand years is short.