I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it (anywhere I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling) 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 (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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To be nobody but yourself, in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else, means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.
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for whatever we lose (like a you or a me) it's always ourselves we find in the sea
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To be nobody but yourself, in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else, means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.
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these heroic happy dead who rushed like lions to the roaring slaughter...
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Every answer asks a more beautiful question
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To be nobody-but-yourself -- in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else -- means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight and never stop fighting.
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Once we believe in ourselves, we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight, or any experience that reveals the human spirit.
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A politician is an arse upon which everybody has sat except a man
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Unless you love someone, nothing else makes any sense.
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someones married their everyones laughed their cryings and did their dance...
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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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one day anyone died i guess (and noone stooped to kiss his face)...
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The snow doesn't give a soft white damn whom it touches.
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lovers alone wear sunlight
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to be yourself in a world that is doing its best, day and night to make you like everybody else--is to fight the hardest battle any human being can fight.
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A politician is an arse upon which everybody has sat except a man
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how do you like your blueeyed boy Mister Death
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The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.
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A friend is one who knows us, but loves us anyway.
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Be of love a little more careful than of anything.
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To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best day and night to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle any human being can fight and never stop fighting.
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At least the Pilgrim Fathers used to shoot Indians: the Pilgrim Children merely punch time clocks.
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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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I'm living so far beyond my income that we may almost be said to be living apart.
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There are no athiests in foxholes.
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Buffalo Bill's defunct
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Love is shown in your deeds, not in your words.
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they believe in Christ and Longfellow, both dead,
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And death i think is no parenthesis
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