Writingis an art; and artistsare human beings. As a human being stands, so a human being is — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear. . . — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
Time's a strange fellow; more he gives than takes (and he takes all — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
When god decided to invent everything he took one reath bigger than a circustent and everything began — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
a man who had fallen among thieves lay by the roadside on his back dressed in fifteenthrate ideas wearing a round jeer… — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
how should tasting touching hearing seeing breathing any lifted from the no of all nothing human merely being doubt unimaginable You? — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
What concerns me fundamentaly is a meteoric burlesk melodrama, born of the immemorial adage love will find a way. — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
that strictly(and how)scienti fic land of supernod where freedom is compulsory and only man is god. — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
time is a tree (this life one leaf) but love is the sky and i am for you just so long and… — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
Sweet springtime is my time is your time is our time for springtime is love time and viva sweet love. — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
I am someone who proudly and humbly affirms that love is the mystery-of-mysteries, and that nothing measurable matters 'a very good God… — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
“anyone lived in a pretty how town (with up so floating many bells down) spring summer autumn winter he sang his didn't… — E. E. Cummings Copy Share Image
“sweet spring is your time is my time is our time for springtime is lovetime and viva sweet love (all the merry… — E. e. cummings Copy Share Image
love is thicker than forget more thinner than recall more seldom than a wave is wet more frequent than to fail it… — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and… — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
God's terrible face brighter than a spoon collects the image of one fatal word;so that my life(which liked the sun and the… — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else. — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
yes is a world & in this world of yes live (skilfully curled) all worlds — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
Humanity I love you because when you're hard up you pawn your intelligence to buy a drink. — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
All ignorance toboggans into know and trudges up to ignorance again. — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
I would rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach 10,000 stars how not to dance. — e. e. cummings Copy Share
“I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance” — e. e. cummings Copy Share
The intellectuals' chief cause of anguish are one another's works. Jacques Barzun, 1959 all ignorance toboggans into know and trudges up to ignorance again. — e. e. cummings Copy Share
The symbol of all art is the Prism. The goal is unrealism. The method is destructive. To break up the white light of objective… — e. e. cummings Copy Share
So far as I am concerned, poetry and every other art was and is and forever will be strictly and distinctly a question of… — e. e. cummings Copy Share
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 — e. e. cummings Copy Share
wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the world my blood approves, and kisses are a far better fate than wisdom lady… — e. e. cummings Copy Share
one day anyone died i guess (and noone stooped to kiss his face) busy folk buried them side by side little by little and… — e. e. cummings Copy Share
“sweet spring is your time is my time is our time for springtime is lovetime and viva sweet love (all the merry little birds… — E. e. cummings Copy Share
