A Cambridge lady, hearing of the latest Suicide, said to her friend, turning off TV for tea, "Well, my dear, doesn't it seem a little like going where you haven't been invited?" — Richard Eberhart Copy Share Image
Doesn't suicide seem a little like going where you haven't been invited? — Richard Eberhart Copy Share Image
Was man made stupid to see his own stupidity? Is God by definition indifferent, beyond us all? Is the eternal truth man's fighting soul… — Richard Eberhart Copy Share Image
It is what man does not know of God Composes the visible poem of the world. — Richard Eberhart Copy Share Image
If a poet writes to save his soul, he may save the soul of others. — Richard Eberhart Copy Share Image
Poems in a way are spells against death. They are milestones, to see where you were then from where you are now. — Richard Eberhart Copy Share Image
The spectator, the contemplator, the opposer of war have their hours with the enemy no less than uniformed combatants — Richard Eberhart Copy Share Image
Poetry is a natural energy resource of our country. It has no energy crisis, possessing a potential that will last as long as the… — Richard Eberhart Copy Share Image
“Life is stranger than any of us expected, There is a somber, imponderable fate. Enigma rules, and the heart has no certainty.” — Richard Eberhart Copy Share Image
A Cambridge lady, hearing of the latest Suicide, said to her friend, turning off TV for tea, "Well, my dear, doesn't it seem a… — Richard Eberhart Copy Share Image
I felt the ruthfulness and senselessness of war so acutlely that I wrote the first three stanzas of which, are in effect a prayer. — Richard Eberhart Copy Share Image
