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.
E. E. CUMMINGSThe hardest challenge is to be yourself in a world where everyone is trying to make you be somebody else.
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The eyes of my eyes are opened.
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Love is the whole and more than all.
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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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The eyes of my eyes are opened.
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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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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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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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Take the matter of being born. What does being born mean to most people?
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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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Here’s to opening and upward… and to yourself and up with you and up with and up with laughing.
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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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You and I are more than you and I because it’s we.
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You and I are more than you and I because it’s we.
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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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