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.
E. E. CUMMINGSWell, write poetry, for God’s sake, it’s the only thing that matters.
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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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The first step to expanding your reality is to discard the tendency to exclude things from possibility.
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The three saddest things are the ill wanting to be well, the poor wanting to be rich, and the constant traveler saying ‘anywhere but here’.
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Love is the whole and more than all.
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Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
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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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A pretty girl who is naked is worth a million statues.
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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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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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Great men burn bridges before they come to them.
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An intelligent person fights for lost causes, realizing that others are merely effects.
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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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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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I’d rather have two good friends, than 500,000 admirers.
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The voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.
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