The poetry of the earth is never dead.
The earth belongs to the living, not to the dead.
Being with an insanely jealous person is like being in the room with a dead mammoth.
Women love always: when earth slips from them, they take refuge in heaven.
A word is dead when it is said, some say. I say it just begins to live that day.
The creations of a great writer are little more than the moods and passions of his own heart, given surnames and Christian names, and sent to walk the earth.
On the other hand, if there's an underlying core of poetry that I go to, I go to the sea. I've lived on the sea all my life. I live on the sea in Cape Breton.
The atom bombs are piling up in the factories, the police are prowling through the cities, the lies are streaming from the loudspeakers, but the earth is still going round the sun.
Excess of grief for the dead is madness; for it is an injury to the living, and the dead know it not.
Call no man happy until he is dead, but only lucky.
Religion was nearly dead because there was no longer real belief in future life; but something was struggling to take its place - service - social service - the ants creed, the bees creed.
Science is a cemetery of dead ideas.
Nobody, I think, ought to read poetry, or look at pictures or statues, who cannot find a great deal more in them than the poet or artist has actually expressed. Their highest merit is suggestiveness.
Science arose from poetry... when times change the two can meet again on a higher level as friends.
It is good to realize that if love and peace can prevail on earth, and if we can teach our children to honour nature's gifts, the joys and beauties of the outdoors will be here forever.
No, this trick won't work... How on earth are you ever going to explain in terms of chemistry and physics so important a biological phenomenon as first love?
Poetry is nearer to vital truth than history.
It is highly probable that the fortifications of inhabited places began by being magical defenses; for fortifications - tenches, labyrinths, ramparts, etc - were designed rather to repel invasions by demons and the souls of the dead than attacks by human beings.
The only happy artist is a dead artist, because only then you can't change. After I die, I'll probably come back as a paintbrush.
It suddenly struck me that that tiny pea, pretty and blue, was the Earth. I put up my thumb and shut one eye, and my thumb blotted out the planet Earth. I didn't feel like a giant. I felt very, very small.
The drama is complete poetry. The ode and the epic contain it only in germ; it contains both of them in a state of high development, and epitomizes both.
While we ourselves are the living graves of murdered animals, how can we expect any ideal living conditions on this earth?
I want to branch out. I want to write. I write poetry. I want to see my children grow up well.
Some say they see poetry in my paintings; I see only science.
Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.