The artist is not a man who describes, but a man who feels.
E. E. CUMMINGSWhenever 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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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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Great men burn bridges before they come to them.
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Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.
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The snow doesn’t give a soft white damn whom it touches.
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You and I are more than you and I because it’s we.
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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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Remember one thing only: that it’s you-nobody else-who determines your destiny and decides your fate. Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.
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Because you aren’t afraid to kiss the dirt (and consequently dare to climb the sky)
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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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Suppose Life is an old man carrying flowers on his head.
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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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Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
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I’d rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
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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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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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