William Carlos Williams

"A profusion of pink roses bending ragged in the rain speaks to me of all gentleness and its enduring."

- William Carlos Williams

"It's a strange courage you give me ancient star: Shine alone in the sunrise toward which you lend no part!"

- William Carlos Williams

"I think all writing is a disease. You can't stop it."

- William Carlos Williams

"In summer, the song sings itself."

- William Carlos Williams

"In summer the song sings itself above the muffled words."

- William Carlos Williams

"Time is a storm in which we are all lost."

- William Carlos Williams