Down with hell and heaven and all the religious fuss infinity pleased our parents one inch looks good to us

— E.E. Cummings

For every mile the feet Goethe heart goes nine

— E.E. Cummings

For surely as each November has It's April, mysteries only are significant; and one mystery-of-mysteries creates them all: nothing false and possible is love (who's imagined, therefore limitless)love's giving as to keeping's give;as yes is to if, love is to yes

— E.E. Cummings

For whatever we lose (like a or a), It's always our self we find in the sea.

— E.E. Cummings

For whenever men are right they are not young

— E.E. Cummings

Hate blows a bubble of despair into hugeness world system universe and bang-fear buries a tomorrow under woe and up comes yesterday most green and young

— E.E. Cummings

His lips drink water but his heart drinks wine

— E.E. Cummings

How do you like your blue-eyed boy Mr Death?

— E.E. Cummings

Humanity I love you because you are perpetually putting the secret of life in your pants and forgetting it's there and sitting down on stand because you are forever making poems in the lap of death Humanity hate you

— E.E. Cummings

I am an i poet.

— E.E. Cummings