Quotes by e. cummings

• Private property began the instant somebody had a mind of his own.
• Knowledge is a polite word for dead but not buried imagination.
• Kisses are a better fate than wisdom.
• Unless you love someone, nothing else makes any sense.
• Nothing recedes like progress.
• Listen; there's a hell of a good universe next door: let's go.
• The earth laughs in flowers.
• The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.
• The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful.
• To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.
• To destroy is always the first step in any creation.
• Unbeing dead isn't being alive.
• It takes three to make a child.
• A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I too, have known autumn too long.
• It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
• A politician is an arse upon which everyone has sat except a man.
• Always the beautiful answer who asks a more beautiful question.
• America 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.
• Be of love a little more careful than of anything.
• Humanity I love you because when you're hard up you pawn your intelligence to buy a drink.
• I like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more.
• I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.
• I would rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach 10,000 stars how not to dance.
• I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.
• I'm living so far beyond my income that we may almost be said to be living apart.
• If a poet is anybody, he is somebody to whom things made matter very little - somebody who is obsessed by Making.
• I imagine that yes is the only living thing.
• Once we believe in ourselves, we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight, or any experience that reveals the human spirit.