But from each crime are born bullets that will one day seek out in you where the heart lies.

I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.

And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.

A child who does not play is not a child, but the man who doesn't play has lost forever the child who lived in him and who he will miss terribly.

You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming.

But from each crime are born bullets that will one day seek out in you where the heart lies.

Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Peace goes into the making of a poem as flour goes into the making of bread.

I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees.

The books that help you most are those which make you think that most. The hardest way of learning is that of easy reading; but a great book that comes from a great thinker is a ship of thought, deep freighted with truth and beauty.

If nothing saves us from death, at least love should save us from life

I am no longer in love with her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.

Someday, somewhere, anywhere, unfailingly, you'll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.

Absence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air.

Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.

I love you without knowing how or when or from where. I love you simply without problems or pride I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this in which there is no I or you so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.

Come see the cherry trees of a water constellation and the round key of the rapid universe come touch the fire of instantaneous blue come before its petals are consumed.

Someday somewhere anywhere unfailingly youll find yourself and that and only that can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.

I like on the table when were speaking the light of a bottle of intelligent wine.

Hate is like a swordfish working through water invisibly and then you see it coming with blood along its blade but transparency disarms it.

I love you like the plant that does not bloom and carries in itself, hidden, the light of those flowers.

As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin.

The human crowd has been the lesson of my life. I can come to it with the born timidity of the poet, with the fear of the timid, but once I am in its midst, I feel transfigured. I am part of the essential majority, I am one more leaf on the great human tree.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.

Death is the stone into which our oblivion hardens.

Our love was born outside the walls, in the wind, in the night, in the earth, and that's why the clay and the flower, the mud and the roots know your name.

Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

When everything seems to be set to show me off as intelligent, the fool I always keep hidden takes over all that I say."

In love, you have loosened yourself like seawater.

You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.

I love your feet because they have wandered over the earth and through the wind and water until they brought you to me.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close

Hate is like a swordfish,working through water invisibly and then you see it coming with blood along its blade, but transparency disarms it.

The moon lives in the lining of your skin.

The tomato offers its gift of fiery color and cool completeness.

I like on the table, when we're speaking, the light of a bottle of intelligent wine.

What becomes a crime deserving capital punishment when the tables are turned is a matter of small moment when the negro woman is the accusing party.

The seasons come up undisturbed by crime and war.

Examples one finds in the philosophical literature are somebody who's seen the trial of a child of theirs, where they're being proved guilty of some crime that would drive the parent into a depression, maybe a suicidal depression.

He has committed the crime who profits by it.

Dullness is the only crime for which an editor ought to be hung.

Success in crime always invites to worse deeds.

Crime, to the man of the forties, was an alien monstrous terror.

Rather let the crime of the guilty go unpunished than condemn the innocent.

I will never have a drink and get behind the wheel of a car. It's not illegal to drink and drive, but there becomes a certain point where it does become a crime.

I think there's a lot of naivete and hubris within our mix of personalities. That's probably our worst crime. I keep wondering what a "mature" record means.