10 E. E. Cummings Quotes on Humanity

E. E. Cummings quotes on humanity

1. Writing...is an art; and artists...are human beings. As a human being stands, so a human being is....

16. A distinct throat. Which breathes. A head: small, smaller than a flower. With eyes and with lips. Lips more slender than light; a smile how carefully and slowly made, a smile made entirely of dream. Eyes deeper than Spring. Eyes darker than Spring, more new . . . These, these are the further miracles . . . the breasts. Thighs. The All which is beyond comprehension - the All which is perpetually discovered, yet undiscovered: sexual, sweet, Alive!

31. 'and liars kill their kind but' her,my 'love creates love only' our

46. how should tasting touching hearing seeing breathing any - lifted from the no of all nothing - human merely being doubt unimaginable You?

53. concerning this selfstyled world's greatest and most generous literary figure: who had just arrived in our nation's capitol, attired in half a GI uniform and ready to be hanged as a traitor by the only country which ever made even a pretense of fighting for freedom of speech Re Ezra Pound - poetry happens to be an art;and artists happen to be human beings.

54. An artist doesn't live in some geographical abstraction,superimposed on a part of this beautiful earth by the nonimagination of unanimals and dedicated to the proposition that massacre is a social virtue because murder is an individual vice. Nor does an artist live in some soi-disant world,nor does he live in some so-called universe,nor does he live in any number of 'worlds' or in any number of 'universes.' As for a few trifling delusions like the 'past' and 'present' and 'future' of quote mankind unquote,they may be big enough for a couple of billion supermechanized submorons but they're much too small for one human being.

77. without any doubt he was whatever(first and last) most people fear most: a mystery for which iv'e no word except alive

82. hugest whole creation may be less incalculable than a single kiss

89. a salesman is an it that stinks [part of a title of one of his poems, published in 1944)

93. Humanity I love you because when you're hard up you pawn your intelligence to buy a drink.