One writes a poem when one is so taken up by an emotional concept that one is unable to remain silent.
If you can't be yourself, what's the point of being anyone else?
It is only in his work that an artist can find reality and satisfaction, for the actual world is less intense than the world of his invention and consequently his life, without recourse to violent disorder, does not seem very substantial. The right condition for him is that in which his work in not only convenient but unavoidable.
You see, baby, after a glass or two of wine I’m inclined to extravagance.
Something in me will save me from utter ruin no matter what comes.
If the writing is honest it cannot be separated from the man who wrote it.
When so many are lonely as seem to be lonely, it would be inexcusably selfish to be lonely alone.
There's so many songs about heartbreak that exist this in the world, because music is somehow the perfect medium to express something like this.
Actively we have woven ourselves with the very warp and woof of this nation-we have fought their battles, shared their sorrow, mingled our blood with theirs, and generation after generation have pleaded with a headstrong, careless people to despise not Justice, Mercy and Truth, lest the nation be smitten with a curse. Our song, our toil, our cheer and warning have been given to this nation in blood brotherhood. Are not these gifts worth the giving? Is not this worth the striving? Would America have been America without her Negro People?
I determined never to stop until I had come to the end and achieved my purpose.
The engineers of the future will be poets.