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. CUMMINGSYours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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Suppose Life is an old man carrying flowers on his head.
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Exists no miracle mightier than this: to feel.
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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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Because you aren’t afraid to kiss the dirt (and consequently dare to climb the sky)
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A pretty girl who is naked is worth a million statues.
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You and I are more than you and I because it’s we.
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Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star.
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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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The snow doesn’t give a soft white damn whom it touches.
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Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
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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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A politician is an arse upon which everyone has sat except a man.
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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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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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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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