I love you much most beautiful darling more than anyone on the earth and I like you better than everything in the sky.
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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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I love you much most beautiful darling more than anyone on the earth and I like you better than everything in the sky.
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Equality is what does not exist among mortals.
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Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
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Most people are perfectly afraid of silence.
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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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To be nobody-but-yourself – in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else – means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.
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I’d rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
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You and I are more than you and I because it’s we.
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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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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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For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It’s always our self we find in the sea.
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The voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.
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Great men burn bridges before they come to them.
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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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The artist is not a man who describes, but a man who feels.
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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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