Poems List

Stands the Church clock at ten to three? And is there honey still for tea?

But somewhere, beyond Space and Time, is wetter water, slimier slime! And there (they trust) there swimmeth one who swam ere rivers were begun, immense of fishy form and mind, squamous omnipotent, and kind.

Infinite hungers leap no more I in the chance swaying of your dress; and love has changed to kindliness.

Cities, like cats, will reveal themselves at night.

If I should die, think only this of me: that there's some corner of a foreign field that is for ever England.

All the little emptiness of love!

Belief gets in the way of learning.

A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, cone a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly.

To get anywhere, or even live a long time, a man has to guess, and guess right, over and over again, without enough data for a logical answer.

Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.

Money is truthful. If a man speaks of honor, make him pay cash.

Learning isn't a means to an end; it is an end in itself.

You have attributed conditions to villainy that simply result from stupidity.

A "critic" is a man who creates nothing ...

If it's worth doing, it's worth overdoing.

Example is the best precept.

Our insignificance is often the cause of our safety.

Don't count your chickens before they are hatched.

Men often bear little grievances with less courage than they do large misfortunes.

A farmer who had a quarrelsome family called his sons and told them to lay a bunch of sticks before him. Then, after laying the sticks parallel to one another and binding them, he challenged his sons, one after one, to pick up the bundle and break it. They all tried, but in vain. Then, untying the bundle, he gave them the sticks to break one by one. This they did with the greatest ease. Then said the father, Thus, my sons, as long as you remain united, you are a match for anything, but differ and separate, and you are undone.

We should look to the mind, and not to the outward appearance.

We often give our enemies the means for our own destruction.

C makes it easy to shoot yourself in the foot; C++ makes it harder, but when you do it blows your whole leg off.

There are only two kinds of languages: the ones people complain about and the ones nobody uses