Quotes from e. e. cummings

The hardest fight a man has to fight is to live in a world where every single day someone is trying to make you someone you do not want to be--

If 180 million people want to be undead, that's their funeral, but I happen to like being alive.

Private property began the instant somebody had a mind of his own.

unlove's the heavenless hell and homeless home . . . lovers alone wear sunlight.

all ignorance toboggans into know and trudges up to ignorance again.

Kisses are a better fate than wisdom.

wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the world my blood approves, and kisses are a far better fate than wisdom lady i swear by all flowers.

May my heart always be open to little birds, who are the secrets of living. Whatever they sing is better than to know. And if men should not hear them - then men are old.

Treat a man like dirt-he produces flowers.

And still the mad magnificent herald Spring assembles beauty from forgetfulness with the wild trump of April:witchery of sound and odour drives the wingless thing man forth in the bright air.

An artist, a man, a failure, must proceed.

Women and men(both little and small) cared for anyone not at all they sowed their isn't they reaped their same sun moon stars rain

To destroy is always the first step in any creation.

Equality is what does not exist among mortals.

Writingis an art; and artistsare human beings. As a human being stands, so a human being is

Lessons hide in his wrinkles. Bells ding in the oldness of eyes. Did he by, any chance, tell children that there are such monstrous things as peace and goodwill...a corrupter of youth no doubt.

...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.

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

somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence; in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near

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

Seeming's enough for slaves of space and time - ours is the now and here of freedom. Come.

Tomorrow is our permanent address.

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.