All I've tried to do (with my writing) is capture the essence of my time. Robert Penn Warren More Quotes by Robert Penn Warren More Quotes From Robert Penn Warren Politics is a matter of choices, and a man doesn't set up the choices himself. And there is always a price to make a choice. You know that. You've made a choice, and you know how much it cost you. There is always a price. Robert Penn Warren cost choices men My only crime was being a man and living in the world of men, and you don't have to do special penance for that. The crime and the penance, in that case, coincide perfectly. They are identical. Robert Penn Warren special men world There ain't anything worth doing a man can do and keep his dignity. Can you figure out a single thing you really please-God like to do you can do and keep your dignity? The human frame just ain't built that way. Robert Penn Warren dignity men way What if angry vectors veer Round your sleeping head, and form. There's never need to fear Violence of the poor world's abstract storm. Robert Penn Warren fear math sleep That summer we had been absolutely alone, together, even when people were around, the only inhabitants of the kind of floating island or magic carpet which being in love is. Robert Penn Warren being-in-love summer love-is For life is a fire burning along a piece of string--or is it a fuse to a powder keg which we call God?--and the string is what we don't know, our Ignorance, and the trail of ash, which, if a gust of wind does not come, keeps the structure of the string, is History, man's Knowledge, but it is dead, and when the fire has burned up all the string, then man's Knowledge will be equal to God's Knowledge and there won't be any fire, which is Life. Or if the string leads to a powder keg, then there will be a terrific blast of fire, and even the trail of ash will be blown completely away. Robert Penn Warren ignorance fire men It all began, as I have said, when the Boss, sitting in the black Cadillac which sped through the night, said to me (to Me who was what Jack Burden, the student of history, had grown up to be) "There is always something." And I said, "Maybe not on the Judge." And he said, "Man is conceived in sin and born in corruption and he passeth from the stink of the didie to the stench of the shroud. There is always something. Robert Penn Warren judging men night And all times are one time, and all those dead in the past never lived before our definition gives them life, and out of the shadow their eyes implore us. That is what all of us historical researchers believe. And we love truth. Robert Penn Warren love life believe [A]nd soon now we shall go out of the house and go into the convulsion of the world, out of history into history and the awful responsibility of Time. Robert Penn Warren responsibility house world ...the air so still it aches like the place where the tooth was on the morning after you’ve been to the dentist or aches like your heart in the bosom when you stand on the street corner waiting for the light to change and happen to recollect how things once were and how they might have been yet if what happened had not happened. Robert Penn Warren light heart morning Dirt's a funny thing,' the Boss said. 'Come to think of it, there ain't a thing but dirt on this green God's globe except what's under water, and that's dirt too. It's dirt makes the grass grow. A diamond ain't a thing in the world but a piece of dirt that got awful hot. And God-a-Mighty picked up a handful of dirt and blew on it and made you and me and George Washington and mankind blessed in faculty and apprehension. It all depends on what you do with the dirt. That right? Robert Penn Warren funny-things blessed thinking This is not remarkable, for, as we know, reality is not a function of the event as event, but of the relationship of that event to past, and future, events. We seem here to have a paradox: that the reality of an event, which is not real in itself, arises from the other events which, likewise, in themselves are not real. But this only affirms what we must affirm: that direction is all. And only as we realize this do we live, for our own identity is dependent upon this principal. Robert Penn Warren real identity past What is man but his passion? Robert Penn Warren passion enthusiasm men There is no country but the heart. Robert Penn Warren heart country Poets, we know, are terribly sensitive people, and in my observation one of the things they are most sensitive about is money. Robert Penn Warren money funny people How life is strange and changeful, and the crystal is in the steel at the point of fracture, and the toad bears a jewel in its forehead, and the meaning of moments passes like the breeze that scarcely ruffles the leaf of the willow. Robert Penn Warren ruffles steel jewels I reckon I am a smart aleck, but it is just a way to pass the time. Robert Penn Warren smart-aleck smart way How do poems grow? They grow out of your life. Robert Penn Warren poetic grows poetry Perhaps he had to be close in order to keep a reason for the things he did. To make the things he did be themselves Life. And not merely a delightful exercise of technical skill which man had been able to achieve because he, of all the animals, had a fine thumb. Which is nonsense, for whatever you live is Life. Robert Penn Warren animal men life For what is a poem but a hazardous attempt at self-understanding: it is the deepest part of autobiography. 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