To hell with literature we want something red blooded

— E.E. Cummings

Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.

— E.E. Cummings

Tumbling-hair picker of buttercups violetsdandelionsAnd the big bullying daisies through the field wonderful with eyes a little sorry Another comes also picking flowers

— E.E. Cummings

Twice I have lived forever in a smile

— E.E. Cummings

Unban dead isn't being alive.

— E.E. Cummings

Unless you love someone, nothing else makes sense.

— E.E. Cummings

When man determined to destroy himself he picked the was of shall and finding only why smashed it into because

— E.E. Cummings

Who can tell truth from falsehood anymore? I say it, and you feel it in your hearts:no man or woman on this big small earth. How should our sages miss the mark of life, and our most skillful players lose the game?your hearts will tell you, as my heart has told me:because all know, and no one understands.

— E.E. Cummings

Who knows if the moon'SA balloon, coming out of a keen cit yin the sky--filled with pretty people?(and if you and I should get into it, if they should take me and take you into their balloon, why thence'd go up higher with all the pretty people than houses and steeples and clouds:go sailing away and away sailing into a keen city which nobody's ever visited, wherealways it's Spring)and everyone'sin love and flowers pick themselves

— E.E. Cummings

You are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing.

— E.E. Cummings