I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.
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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Lovers alone wear sunlight.
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Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
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Twice I have lived forever in a smile.
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The voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.
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Do not hate or fear the artist in yourselves… Honor and love him do not try to possess him. Trust him as nobly as you trust tomorrow. Only the artist in yourself is more truthful than the night.
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Lovers alone wear sunlight.
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The three saddest things are the ill wanting to be well, the poor wanting to be rich, and the constant traveler saying ‘anywhere but here’.
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I’d rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
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Sweet springtime is my time is your time is our time for springtime is love time and viva sweet love.
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May my heart always be open to little birds, who are the secrets of living. Whatever they sing is better than to know. And if men should not hear them – then men are old.
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You shall above all things be glad and young For if you’re young, whatever life you wear it will become you; and if you are glad whatever’s living will yourself become.
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Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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Love is the whole and more than all.
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To be nobody-but-yourself – in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else – means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.
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Whenever you think or you believe or you know, you’re a lot of other people: but the moment you feel, you’re nobody-but-yourself.
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