I often wish... that I could rid the world of the tyranny of facts. What are facts but compromises? A fact merely marks the point where we have agreed to let investigation cease. — Bliss Carman Copy Share Image
A 'fact' merely marks the point where we have agreed to let investigation cease. — 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
