The poet makes silk dresses out of worms |
The way through the world is more difficult to find than the way beyond it |
They said, "You have a blue guitar,/ You do not play things as they are."/ The man replied, "Things as they are/ Are changed upon a blue guitar." |
They will get it straight one day at the Sorbonne. We shall return at twilight from the lecture pleased that the irrational is rational. |
Thought is an infection. In the case of certain thoughts, it becomes an epidemic. |
To be young is all there is in the world. They talk so beautifully about work and having a family and a home (and I do, too, sometimes) --but it's all worry and head-aches and respectable poverty and forced gushing. Telling people how nice it is, when, in reality, you would give all of your last thirty years for one of your first thirty. Old people are tremendous frauds. |
To regard the imagination as metaphysics is to think of it as part of life, and to think of it as part of life is to realize the extent of artifice. We live in the mind. |
Union of the weakest develops strength not wisdom. Can all men, together, avenge one of the leaves that have fallen in autumn? But the wise man avenges by building his city in snow. |
We say God and the imagination are one . . . How high that highest candle lights the dark. |
What our eyes behold may well be the text of life but one's meditations on the text and the disclosures of these meditations are no less a part of the structure of reality. |