Happy the man who can long roaming reap, Like old Ulysses when he shaped his course Homeward at last toward the native source, Seasoned and stretched to plant his dreaming deep.

May Sarton

May Sarton

Profession: Poet
Nationality: Belgian

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Each day, and the living of it, has to be a conscious creation in which discipline and order are relieved with some play and pure foolishness.

My anger, because I am old, is considered a sign of madness or senility. Is this not cruel? Are we to be deprived even of righteous anger? Is even irritability to be treated as a symptom? There.

The creative person, the person who moves from an irrational source of power, has to face the fact that this power antagonizes. Under all the superficial praise of the "creative" is the desire to kill. It is the old war between the mystic and the nonmystic, a war to the death.

The moral dilemma is to make peace with the unacceptable.

The garden is growth and change and that means loss as well as constant new treasures to make up for a few disasters.

I have never written a book that was not born out of a question I needed to answer for myself.

Where joy in an old pencil is not absurd.

Self-respect is nothing to hide behind. When you need it most it isn't there.

Do not deprive me of my age. I have earned it.

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

The gift turned inward, unable to be given, becomes a heavy burden, even sometimes a kind of poison. It is as though the flow of life were backed up.

But when Ellen throws at me that I have never had to struggle I feel like saying, 'Maybe. But I have had to learn to be capable in a hundred ways that were no pleasure or nourishment really. If I had not been rich, I might have become a good painter.' Instead, right now I had better get the silver out and see what needs polishing.

I reach and have reached the timeless moment, the pure suspension within time, only through love.

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