But time in only another liar, so go along the wall a little further: if blackberries prove bitter there'll be mushrooms, fairy-ring mushrooms in the grass, sweetest of all fungi.

— William Carlos Williams

Remorse is a virtue in that it is a stirrer up of the emotions, but it is a folly to accept it is a criticism of conduct.

— William Carlos Williams

There is nothing that with a twist of the imagination cannot be something else. Porpoises risen in a green sea, the wind at nightfall bending the rose-red grasses and you-in your apron hurrying to catch-say it seems to you to be your son. How ridiculous! You will pass up into a cloud and look back at me, not count the scribbling foolish that put wings at your heels, at your knees.

— William Carlos Williams