Each minute bursts in the burning room,The great globe reels in the solar fire,Spinning the trivial and unique away.(How all things flash! How all things flare!)What am I now that I was then?May memory restore again and againThe smallest color… — 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
