E.E. Cummings Quotes

suppose Life is an old man carrying flowers on his head.

Time's a strange fellow; more he gives than takes (and he takes all).

...and down they forgot as up they grew.

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.

Art is a mystery. A mystery is something immeasurable.

things which in my mind blossom will stumble beneath a clumsiest disguise appear capable of fragility and indecision

Next to of course god America i / love you land of the pilgrims and so forth oh

Miracles are to come. With you I leave a remembrance of miracles: they are by somebody who can love and who shall be continually reborn, a human being.

Now the ears of my ears awake and now the eyes of my eyes are opened.

Unlove's the heavenless hell and the homeless home.

The Cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls are unbeautiful and have comfortable minds.

All four of my grandparents were educators, my mom was a school nurse, and I went through the public school system.

I argue with myself, get mad at myself, throw myself around the room and then apologize to myself.

Mr. Bumpy from Bump in the Night was this funky little guy who lived under the bed and thought eating dust bunnies was a delicacy. He was as cool as he could be, and ate dirty socks.

Saying women aren't funny is now like saying Asians can't drive or saying black people have bad credit. It's just really, like, so obsolete.

Why do all balls look like they're 150 years old?

n OthI n g can s urPas s the m y SteR y of s tilLnes s

Equality is what does not exist among mortals.

I spill my bright incalculable soul

Love is a place & through this place of love move (with brightness of peace) all places yes is a world & in this world of yes live (skillfully curled) all worlds

What time is it? It is by every star a different time, and each most falsely true.

it's no use trying to pretend that mostpeople and ourselves are alike. Mostpeople have less in common with ourselves than thesquarerootofminusone. You and I are human beings; mostpeople are snobs.

-tomorrow is our permanent address and there they’ll scarcely find us(if they do, we’ll move away still further:into now

may came home with a smooth round stone as small as a world and as large as alone.

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

I remember as a kid watching TV and seeing Mel Blanc doing his voices and Paul Winchell doing his ventriloquism and thinking, 'Those guys are having a good time. I want to do that.'

Don Karnage-he's one of my all-time favorites. He's so brash and so bold and so arrogant-and he just doesn't know what he's doing.

Darkwing Duck and Don Karnage are the most fun to do, because they're both probably the closest to me - I kinda improvise a lot of them, kinda ad lib.

Sometimes at drive-thrus I go into Winnie the Pooh and ask for a jar of honey.

for whenever men are right they are not young

There are no atheists in the foxholes.

My goal was never to be famous, but to be a consistently working actor.

I can read in any book and newspaper about the city of Detroit, but I want to hear what the people in Detroit have to say about Detroit. My best education is actually talking to people.

The biggest compliment I get is that I don't sound like anybody else. I think I value that as the highest compliment.

I certainly haven't lived the life of a Buddhist monk.

I sing in key, thank you very much.

I'm not Bill Evans. I'm not Keith Jarrett. I'm basically a singer who plays along with his voice.

I can put up a blog in 10 seconds.

As a member of Guess Who, I think 'No Time' was the best thing we ever did. It was a pivotal song in our career.

When I'm not touring, I sing at home, either at the piano or I'll pick up my guitar, singing old Buck Owens songs.

When I'm in the car and somebody comes on the radio singing the high notes, I try to sing along.

It's like a runner or a swimmer training all the time. I sing every day.

O sweet spontaneous earth

When skies are hanged and oceans drowned, the single secret will still be man

in the street of the sky night walks scattering poems

O sweet spontaneous earth how often has the naughty thumb of science prodded thy beauty thou answereth them only with spring.

That which we die for lives as wholly as that which we live for dies.

we're anything brighter than even the sun

The courage to receive time's mightiest dream.

i shall imagine life is not worth dying,if (and when)roses complain their beauties are in vain but though mankind persuades itself that every weed's a rose,roses(you feel certain)will only smile