Somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond.
E. E. CUMMINGSThe 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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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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Notice the convulsed orange inch of moon perching on this silver minute of evening.
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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 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 hardest fight a man has to fight is to live in a world where every single day someone is trying to make you someone you do not want to be–
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Here is the deepest secret nobody knows. Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide. And this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
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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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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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Existing’s tricky:but to live’s a gift.
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Well, write poetry, for God’s sake, it’s the only thing that matters.
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Progress is a comfortable disease.
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I love you much most beautiful darling more than anyone on the earth and I like you better than everything in the sky.
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Listen; there’s a hell of a good universe next door: let’s go.
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Unbeing dead isn’t being alive.
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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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