What did William Carlos Williams mean by: My surface is myself. Under which to witness, youth is buried. Roots? Everybody has roots. William Carlos Williams Poet · USA Copy
+ We are blind and live our blind lives out in blindness. Author, September 17, 2023January 2, 2025, William Carlos Williams, Blindness, Existence, Ignorance, 0 William Carlos Williams Poet · USA
+ That which is possible is inevitable. Author, July 7, 2023January 2, 2025, William Carlos Williams, Determinism, Inevitability, Possibility, 0 William Carlos Williams Poet · USA
+ The only human value of anything, writing included, is intense vision of the facts. Author, January 15, 2024January 9, 2025, William Carlos Williams, Perception, Truth, Value, 0 William Carlos Williams Poet · USA
Love is that common tone shall raise his fiery head and sound his note. Author, January 16, 2024January 9, 2025, William Carlos Williams, Love, Passion, Unity, 0 William Carlos Williams Poet · USA
+ A profusion of pink roses being ragged in the rain speaks to me of all gentleness and its enduring. Author, January 15, 2024January 9, 2025, William Carlos Williams, Beauty, Endurance, Gentleness, 0 William Carlos Williams Poet · USA
+ beauty’ is related not to ‘loveliness’ but to a state in which reality plays a part. Author, January 15, 2024January 9, 2025, William Carlos Williams, Beauty, Reality, State, 0 William Carlos Williams Poet · USA
+ Without invention nothing is well-spaced. Author, June 25, 2023January 2, 2025, William Carlos Williams, Creativity, Innovation, Progress, 0 William Carlos Williams Poet · USA
+ so much depends upon a red wheel barrow Author, June 29, 2023January 2, 2025, William Carlos Williams, Importance, Reliance, Simplicity, 0 William Carlos Williams Poet · USA
Whatever the world condemns you for, make it your own. It is yourself. Read explanation Jean Cocteau Artist · France
It is excruciating to be an unbeliever with a spirit that is deeply religious. Jean Cocteau Artist · France
There’s no such thing as autobiography, there’s only art and lies Jeanette Winterson Author · England
The joy of youth is to disobey; but the trouble is that there are no longer any orders. Jean Cocteau Artist · France
