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

Treat a man like dirt-he produces flowers.

Progress is a comfortable disease.

...sunlight is (life and day are)only loaned:whereas night is given(night and death and the rain are given;and given is how beautifully snow)

i like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it does, i like its hows. i like to feel the spine of your body and its bones, and the trembling -firm-smooth ness and which i will again and again and again kiss, i like kissing this and that of you, i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes over parting flesh ... And eyes big love-crumbs, and possibly i like the thrill of under me you so quite new.

most people are perfectly afraid of silence

In just - Spring when the world is mud- luscious the little lame balloonman whistles far and wee