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.
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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The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.
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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’d rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
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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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Laughing is just another way of showing people your wise.
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You and I are more than you and I because it’s we.
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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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Progress is a comfortable disease.
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Nobody loses all the time.
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Exists no miracle mightier than this: to feel.
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I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach ten thousand stars how not to dance.
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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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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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The symbol of all art is the Prism. The goal is unrealism. The method is destructive. To break up the white light of objective realism, into the secret glories which it contains.
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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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