One must think like a hero to behave like a merely decent human being.

May Sarton

May Sarton

Profession: Poet
Nationality: Belgian

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Art must be nourished by faith, the faith of an equal.

We fear disturbance, change, fear to bring to light and to talk about what is painful. Suffering often feels like failure, but it is actually the door into growth.

It is good for a professional to be reminded that his professionalism is only a husk, that the real person must remain an amateur, a lover or the work.

Routine is not a prison, but the way into freedom from time. The apparently measured time has immeasureable space within it, and in this it resembles music. The routine I established.

Words are more powerful than perhaps anyone suspects, and once deeply engraved in a child's mind, they are not easily eradicated.

So let the world go, but hold fast to joy.

Not happiness, perhaps, but something like New England itself—struggle, occasional triumph over adversity, above all the power to endure and to be renewed. For here the roses grow beside the granite.

I feel more alive when I'm writing than I do at any other time--except maybe when I'm making love.

Deep down there was understanding, not of the facts of our lives so much as of our essential natures.

Must not a poet hunt the unicorn through bush and bramble, through snow and fire, over desert and mountain, through thickets and over long barren roads even though he suspects sometimes that the unicorn does not exist- or exists only in his imagination?

There is only one real deprivation... and that is not to be able to give one's gifts to those one loves most.

We have to break the mirror to be ourselves...

Don't forget that compared to a grownup person every baby is a genius. Think of the capacity to learn! The freshness, the temperament, the will of a baby a few months old!

In the middle of the night, things well up from the past that are not always cause for rejoicing--the unsolved, the painful encounters, the mistakes, the reasons for shame or woe. But all, good or bad, give me food for thought, food to grow on.