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- Lived
- 1874–1946
- Born
- Allegheny
- Died
- Neuilly-sur-Seine
- Nationality
- United States
- Known as
- poet, writer, author, playwright
- Era
- 20th century
- Movement
- modernist literature
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Works (25)
A saint is one to be for two when three and you make five and two and cover. A at most. Saint saint a saint.
To know to know to love her so. Four saints prepare for saints.
Suppose no one asked a question, what would be the answer.
Romance is everything.
No one is ahead of his time, it is only that the particular variety of creating his time is the one that his contemporaries who are also creating their own time refuse to accept... For a very long time everybody refuses and then almost …
The creator of the new composition in the arts is an outlaw until he is a classic.
It is hard living down the tempers we are born with. We all begin well, for in our youth there is nothing we are more intolerant of than our own sins writ large in others and we fight them fiercely in ourselves; but we grow old and we see …
Repeating then is in every one, in every one their being and their feeling and their way of realizing everything and every one comes out of them in repeating. More and more then every one comes to be clear to some one.
Disillusionment in living is finding that no one can really ever be agreeing with you completely in anything.
Always it comes very slowly the completed understanding of it, the repeating each one does to tell it the whole history of the being in each one, always now I hear it. Always now slowly I understand it.
I am writing for myself and strangers. This is the only way that I can do it. Everybody is a real one to me, everybody is like some one else too to me. No one of them that I know can want to know it and so I write for myself and strangers.
Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose.
They were regular in being gay, they learned little things that are things in being gay, they learned many little things that are things in being gay, they were gay every day, they were regular, they were gay, they were gay the same length …
We are always the same age inside.
All of you young people who served in the war. You are a lost generation... You have no respect for anything. You drink yourselves to death.
Before the flowers of friendship faded friendship faded.
One does not get better but different and older and that is always a pleasure.
Let me recite what history teaches. History teaches.
No sense in no sense innocence of what of not and what of delight. In no sense innocence in no sense and what in delight and not, in no sense innocence in no sense no sense what, in no sense and delight, and in no sense and delight and not …
It is always a mistake to be plain-spoken.
A beauty is not suddenly in a circle. It comes with rapture. A great deal of beauty is rapture. A circle is a necessity. Otherwise you would see no one. We each have our circle.
The whole duty of man consists in being reasonable and just... I am reasonable because I know the difference between understanding and not understanding and I am just because I have no opinion about things I don’t understand.
Argument is to me the air I breathe. Given any proposition, I cannot help believing the other side and defending it.
