158 Quotes by William Carlos Williams

One thing I am convinced more and more is true, and that is this: The only way to be truly happy is to make others happy. When you realize that and take advantage of the fact, everything is made perfect.

O Marvelous! What new configuration will come next? I am bewildered with multiplicity.

O frost bitten blossoms, That are unfolding your wings From out the envious black branches. Bloom quickly and make much of the sunshine. The twigs conspire against you! Hear hem! They hold you from behind.

Hell take curtains! Go with some show of inconvenience; sit openly – to the weather as to grief. Or do you think you can shut your grief in?

Why should I go further than I am able? Is it not enough for you that I am perfect?

Lifeless in appearance, sluggish dazed spring approaches They enter the new world naked, cold, uncertain of all save that they enter.

Sorrow is my own yard where the new grass flames as it has flamed often before but not with the cold fire that closes round me this year.

Death will be late to bring us aid.

To refine, to clarify, to intensify that eternal moment in which we alone live there is but a single force the imagination.