As small as a world as large as alone.
E. E. CUMMINGSHere’s to opening and upward… and to yourself and up with you and up with and up with laughing.
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The Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself.
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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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May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
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Lovers alone wear sunlight.
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A pretty girl who is naked is worth a million statues.
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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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Somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond.
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The snow doesn’t give a soft white damn whom it touches.
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We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us something is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch. Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit.
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Most people are perfectly afraid of silence.
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It is with roses and locomotives that my poems are competing.
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The eyes of my eyes are opened.
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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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The hardest fight a man has to fight is to live in a world where every single day someone is trying to make you someone you do not want to be–
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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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