The Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself.
E. E. CUMMINGSThe Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself.
E. E. CUMMINGSTo 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.
E. E. CUMMINGSLaughing is just another way of showing people your wise.
E. E. CUMMINGSBecause you aren’t afraid to kiss the dirt (and consequently dare to climb the sky)
E. E. CUMMINGSWhenever you think or you believe or you know, you’re a lot of other people: but the moment you feel, you’re nobody-but-yourself.
E. E. CUMMINGSNobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.
E. E. CUMMINGSAmerica 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. CUMMINGSLove is the whole and more than all.
E. E. CUMMINGSThe voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.
E. E. CUMMINGSNotice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
E. E. CUMMINGSMay my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
E. E. CUMMINGSTake the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
E. E. CUMMINGSAnd now you are and I am and we’re a mystery which will never happen again.
E. E. CUMMINGSOne’s not half two. It’s two are halves of one.
E. E. CUMMINGSTo destroy is always the first step in any creation.
E. E. CUMMINGSThe eyes of my eyes are opened.
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