There is only one way in the world to be distinguished. Follow your instinct! Be yourself, and you'll be somebody. Be one more blind follower of the blind, and you will have the oblivion you desire. — Bliss Carman Copy Share Image
Love manifests itself in our bodies as instinctive craving, in our souls as devotion, and in our minds as pride. — Bliss Carman Copy Share Image
The control of nature is a phrase conceived in arrogance, born of the the greatest joy in nature is the absence of man — Bliss Carman Copy Share Image
Thank God for poverty That makes and keeps us free And lets us go our unobtrusive way, Glad of the sun and rain, Upright,… — Bliss Carman Copy Share Image
The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry Of bugles going by. And my lonely spirit thrills To see the frosty… — Bliss Carman Copy Share Image
There is only one way in the world to be distinguished. Follow your instinct! Be yourself, and you'll be somebody. Be one more blind… — Bliss Carman Copy Share Image
“set me a task in witch i can put something of my very self and it is a task no longer,it is joy;it is… — Bliss Carman Copy Share Image
I took a day to search for God, And found Him not. But as I trod By rocky ledge, through woods untamed, Just where… — Bliss Carman Copy Share Image
There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood- Touch of manner, hint of mood; And my heart is like a… — Bliss Carman Copy Share Image
“Let the red dawn surmise What we shall do, When this blue starlight dies And all is through. If we have loved but well… — Bliss Carman Copy Share Image
There is a passion for perfection which you will rarely see fully developed; but you may note this fact, that in successful lives it… — Bliss Carman Copy Share Image
Indifference may not wreck a man's life at any one turn, but it will destroy him with a kind of dry-rot in the long… — Bliss Carman Copy Share Image
Where there is writing- there is a writer Where there is planning- there is a planner Where there is a building- there is a… — Bliss Carman Copy Share Image
Over the shoulders and slopes of the dune I saw the white daisies go down to the sea, A host in the sunshine, an… — Bliss Carman Copy Share Image
