How the false truths of the years of youth have passed!Have passed at full speed like trains which never stoppedThere where I stood and waited, hardly aware,How little I knew, or which of them was the oneTo mount and ride… — Delmore Schwartz Copy Share Image
Where the light is, and each thing clear,Separate from all others, standing in its place,I drink the time and touch whatever's near,And hope for day when the whole world has that face:For what assures her present every year?In dark accidents… — Delmore Schwartz Copy Share Image
What was the freedom to which the adult human being rose in the morning, if each act was held back or inspired by the… — Delmore Schwartz Copy Share Image
I always cause those who are near to me more suffering than pleasure. — Delmore Schwartz Copy Share Image
“O your life, your lonely life What have you ever done with it, And done with the great gift of consciousness? What will you… — Delmore Schwartz Copy Share Image
“Time is the school in which we learn, Time is the fire in which we burn. (Calmly We Walk Through This April's Day)” — Delmore Schwartz Copy Share Image
Literature doesn't matter! The only thing that matters is money and getting your teeth fixed! — Delmore Schwartz Copy Share Image
Major writing is to say what has been seen, so that it need never be said again. — Delmore Schwartz Copy Share Image
What does long life avail? The best seats at the funerals of friends. — Delmore Schwartz Copy Share Image
Is it not clear that a reviewer's psyche, like an iceberg, is seven-eighths beneath the surface? — Delmore Schwartz Copy Share Image
Order and disorder, form and formless must have profound psychological roots, nervous roots. — Delmore Schwartz Copy Share Image
