A politician is an arse upon which everyone has sat except a man.
E. E. CUMMINGSRemember 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.
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You shall above all things be glad and young For if you’re young, whatever life you wear it will become you; and if you are glad whatever’s living will yourself become.
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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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May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of living.
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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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Because you aren’t afraid to kiss the dirt (and consequently dare to climb the sky)
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A poet is someone who is abnormally fond of that precision which creates movement. Which is to say the highest form of concentration possible: fascination; to report on the electrifying experience of being.
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Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star.
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You shall above all things be glad and young.
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The voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.
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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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A pretty girl who is naked is worth a million statues.
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Most people are perfectly afraid of silence.
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Exists no miracle mightier than this: to feel.
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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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Well, write poetry, for God’s sake, it’s the only thing that matters.
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