Quotes of: Selected Keyword

Tightly held by rocks Through winter, the ice today Begins to come undone: A way-seeker also is the water, Melting, murmuring from the moss.

Mirror For The Moon: A Selection Of Poems

Concerning non-violence: it is criminal to teach a man not to defend himself when he is the constant victim of brutal attacks.

Malcolm X Speaks: Selected Speeches and Statements

Oh, life, life!" Bastidas complained, sipping his drink. "What is life? A little flame at the tip of a candle, exposed to a strong wind.

Marginal Voices: Selected Stories

It is not an external enemy we dread. Our foe is shut up within ourselves. An internal warfare is daily waged by us.

Making Life a Prayer: Selected Writings

In the woods too, a man casts off his years, as the snake his slough, and at what period soever of life, is always a child. In the woods, is perpetual youth.

Nature and Selected Essays

...because my life without you would be a place of parched and broken trees...

New and Selected Poems, Volume One

Night is the sleep of seven wax moths Dawn is the singing of five mermaids Noon is the scratching of three field mice Dusk is the shadow of a crow

Notes on the Mosquito: Selected Poems

In a world where language and naming are power, silence is oppression, is violence.

On Lies, Secrets, and Silence: Selected Prose, 1966-1978

They seek neither truth nor likelihood; they seek astonishment. They think metaphysics is a branch of the literature of fantasy

Labyrinths: Selected Stories and Other Writings

What a blessing it is to love books as I love them;- to be able to converse with the dead, and to live amidst the unreal!

The Selected Letters Of Thomas Babington Macaulay

My heart is warm with the friends I make, And better friends I'll not be knowing, Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take, No matter where it's going.

The Selected Poetry

Everyone calls him Blockhead No one sings his praises Or takes him to heart... That is the kind of person I want to be

Strong in the Rain: Selected Poems

The sky, I thought, is not so grand; I 'most could touch it with my hand! And reaching up my hand to try, I screamed to feel it touch the sky.

The Selected Poetry

Our age has built itself vast reservoirs of power / formless as the straining energy that it wrests from the earth.

The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke

But dying is for the sweetest ones. And he remembers sweetness, when life was sweet, and sweetly he was given that other lifetime.

Short Cuts: Selected Stories

The things I know, every man can know, but, oh, my heart is mine alone!

The Sorrows of Young Werther and Selected Writings

It is our fate to give ourselves most lavishly to those who'd rather not be burdened with the gift

The Owner of My Face: New & Selected Poems

The exceeding brightness of this early sun Makes me conceive how dark I have become.

The Palm at the End of the Mind: Selected Poems and a Play

We say God and the imagination are one . . . How high that highest candle lights the dark.

The Palm at the End of the Mind: Selected Poems and a Play

Poetry is a finikin thing of air That lives uncertainly and not for long Yet radiantly beyond much lustier blurs.

The Palm at the End of the Mind: Selected Poems and a Play

Children picking up our bones Will never know that these were once As quick as foxes on the hill;

The Palm at the End of the Mind: Selected Poems and a Play