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.
E. E. CUMMINGSI’d rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
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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 do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.
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I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.
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You and I are more than you and I because it’s we.
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The hardest challenge is to be yourself in a world where everyone is trying to make you be somebody else.
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If a poet is anybody, he is somebody to whom things made matter very little – somebody who is obsessed by Making.
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And now you are and I am and we’re a mystery which will never happen again.
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You shall above all things be glad and young.
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May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
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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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May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
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Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
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The voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.
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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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Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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