Equality is what does not exist among mortals.
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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Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
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Well, write poetry, for God’s sake, it’s the only thing that matters.
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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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I fear no fate(for you are my fate, my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows.
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Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.
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It is with roses and locomotives that my poems are competing.
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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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A pretty girl who is naked is worth a million statues.
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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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Remember 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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Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward.
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And the reason that i laugh and breathe is oh love.
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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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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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Great men burn bridges before they come to them.
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