Equality is what does not exist among mortals.
E. E. CUMMINGSAmerica makes prodigious mistakes, America has colossal faults, but one thing cannot be denied: America is always on the move. She may be going to Hell, of course, but at least she isn’t standing still.
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Somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence; in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near.
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I’d rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
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Most people are perfectly afraid of silence.
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America makes prodigious mistakes, America has colossal faults, but one thing cannot be denied: America is always on the move. She may be going to Hell, of course, but at least she isn’t standing still.
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Here’s to opening and upward… and to yourself and up with you and up with and up with laughing.
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Here is the deepest secret nobody knows. Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide. And this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
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You and I are more than you and I because it’s we.
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May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
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The theory of the free press is not that the truth will be presented completely or perfectly in any one instance, but that the truth will emerge from free discussion.
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I fear no fate(for you are my fate, my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows.
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May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
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May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
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Unless you love someone, nothing else makes any sense.
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Well, write poetry, for God’s sake, it’s the only thing that matters.
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Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear.
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