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 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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Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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The artist is not a man who describes, but a man who feels.
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I imagine that yes is the only living thing.
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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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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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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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Existing’s tricky:but to live’s a gift.
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You are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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The first step to expanding your reality is to discard the tendency to exclude things from possibility.
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I’d rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
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A pretty girl who is naked is worth a million statues.
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May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
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I’d rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
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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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Sweet springtime is my time is your time is our time for springtime is love time and viva sweet love.
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