Equality is what does not exist among mortals.
E. E. CUMMINGSThe most wasted of all days is one without laughter.
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The artist is not a man who describes, but a man who feels.
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You have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things that break, and— Just tired. So am I.
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We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us something is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch. Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit.
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Sweet springtime is my time is your time is our time for springtime is love time and viva sweet love.
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Love is the whole and more than all.
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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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The Artist is no other than he who unlearns what he has learned, in order to know himself.
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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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Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.
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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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I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes to dash against darkness.
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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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A politician is an arse upon which everyone has sat except a man.
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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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Nobody loses all the time.
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