Ah Sun-flower

Ah Sun-flower! weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the Sun,
Seeking after that sweet gold clime
Where the traveller’s journey is done;

Where the Youth pined away with desire,
And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow,
Arise from their graves and aspire,
Where my Sun-flower wishes to go.

--William Blake

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Truth

Truth is as mysterious as God,
and as sacred.
It sustains and kills.

It is always dangerous.

--Michael S. Glaser

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The figure a poem makes. It begins in delight and ends in wisdom. The figure is the same for love. No one can really hold that the ecstasy should be static and stand still in one place. It begins in delight, it inclines to the impulse, it assumes direction with the first line laid down, it runs a course of lucky events, and ends in a clarification of life—not a great clarification…but in a momentary stay against confusion. It has denouement.

--Robert Frost


Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep.

--Scott Adams