282 Quotes by E. E. Cummings

Who knows if the moon's / a balloon, coming out of a keen city / in the sky - filled with pretty people?

The Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself.

Now the ears of my ears are awake and now the eyes of my eyes are opened.

who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you

love is thicker than forget more thinner than recall more seldom than a wave is wet more frequent than to fail it is most mad and moonly and less it shall unbe than all the sea which only is deeper than the sea love is less always than to win less never than alive less bigger than the least begin less littler than forgive it is most sane and sunly and more it cannot die than all the sky which only is higher than the sky

unlove's the heavenless hell and the homeless home

the moon rattles like a fragment of angry candy

Tumbling-hair picker of buttercups violets dandelions And the big bullying daisies through the field wonderful with eyes a little sorry Another comes also picking flowers

Meanwhile myself et cetera lay quietly in the deep mud et cetera (dreaming, et cetera, of your smile eyes knees and of your Etcetera.)