As small as a world as large as alone.
E. E. CUMMINGSThe 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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The voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.
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Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
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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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Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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A politician is an arse upon which everyone has sat except a man.
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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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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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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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Here’s to opening and upward… and to yourself and up with you and up with and up with laughing.
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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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Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.
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Exists no miracle mightier than this: to feel.
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And now you are and I am and we’re a mystery which will never happen again.
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