A politician is an arse upon which everyone has sat except a man.
E. E. CUMMINGSAlways the beautiful answer who asks a more beautiful question.
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Whenever 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.
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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 do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.
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The voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses.
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Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
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It is with roses and locomotives that my poems are competing.
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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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And now you are and I am and we’re a mystery which will never happen again.
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I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.
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Love is the whole and more than all.
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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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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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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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Existing’s tricky:but to live’s a gift.
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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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