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Tolerating blind obedience in the name of patriotism or religion ultimately takes our lives. the best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. they must be felt with the heart. on the surface, an intelligible lie; underneath, the unintelligible truth. peace begins with a smile. her guilty conscience was as vague as original sin. it takes courage to grow up and turn out to be who you really are. under every deep, a lower deep opens. they say that god is everywhere, and yet we always think of him as somewhat of a recluse. start by doing what's necessary, then what's possible, and suddenly you are doing the impossible. how pleased can one sun setting make you if you humble yourself to it? how grateful can you really say that you are just to be here and live through it? we are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars. walter turned on the radio: electric violins wailing, twisted romance, the four-square beat of heart break. trite suffering, but suffering nonetheless. the entertainment business. what voyeurs we all have become. where there is great love there are always great miracles. there is always a little corner which remains a secret to the world - and is only known to those two. i have the sense to recognize / that i don't know how to let you go a life of self-indulgence, if led with a whole heart, may also bring a certain wisdom. life is a struggle, but there's hope and beauty in the world. even though a lot of our songs are dark, there's oftentimes the strain of 'but we're powerful as individuals and we're loved and we're good and the things we struggle with are the things that teach us the most and help us to grow.' in the end, that's what matters..
A ship in a harbor is safe - but that is not what ships were made for. not being beautiful was the true blessing.... not being beautiful forced me to develop my inner resources. the pretty girl has a handicap to overcome. metaphors are not to be trifled with. a single metaphor can give birth to love. if the truth were to be known, everyone would be wearing a scarlet letter of one form or another. either you think, or else others have to think for you and take power from you, pervert and discipline your natural tastes, civilize and sterilize you. everytime you smile at someone, it is an action of love, a gift to that person, a beautiful thing. if i can stop one heart from breaking, i will not live in vain. janis joplin taught me about passion. there exists a passion for comprehension, just as there is a passion for music. that passion is rather common in children, but gets lost in most of us later on. it's so sweet, i feel like my teeth are rotting when i listen to the radio. hollywood is a place where they'll pay you 50,000 dollars for a kiss and 50 cents for your soul. we are governed not by armies and police but by ideas. the real voyage of discovery consists not of seeking new landscapes - but of having new eyes. it's still snowing. and freezing. however, we haven't had an earthquake lately. little minds are tamed and subdued by misfortune, but great minds rise above it. the world breaks us all. afterward, some are stronger at the broken places. you'll remember me like a melody / yeah, i'll haunt the world inside you the things we forget may as well never have happened, but she had many memories, both real and illusory, and that was like living twice. she used to tell her faithful friend, the sage tao chi'en, that her memory was like the hold of the ship where they had come to know one another: vast and somber, bursting with boxes, barrels, and sacks in which all of the events of her life were jammed. awake it was difficult to find anything in that chaotic clutter, but asleep she could, just as mama fresia had taught her in the gentle nights of her childhood, when the contours of reality were as faint as a tracery of pale ink. she entered the place of her dreams along a much traveled path and returned treading very carefully in order not to shatter the tenuous visions against the harsh light of consciousness. she put as much store in that process as others put in numbers, and she so refined the art of remembering that she could see miss rose bent over the crate of marseilles soap that was her first cradle..
If a man is called to be a street sweeper, he should sweep streets even as michelangelo painted, or beethoven composed music, or shakespeare composed poetry. he should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say, 'here lived a great street sweeper who did his job well. how pleased can one sun setting make you if you humble yourself to it? how grateful can you really say that you are just to be here and live through it?.
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A ship in a harbor is safe - but that is not what ships were made for. not being beautiful was the true blessing.... not being beautiful forced me to develop my inner resources. the pretty girl has a handicap to overcome. metaphors are not to be trifled with. a single metaphor can give birth to love. if the truth were to be known, everyone would be wearing a scarlet letter of one form or another. either you think, or else others have to think for you and take power from you, pervert and discipline your natural tastes, civilize and sterilize you. everytime you smile at someone, it is an action of love, a gift to that person, a beautiful thing. if i can stop one heart from breaking, i will not live in vain. janis joplin taught me about passion. there exists a passion for comprehension, just as there is a passion for music. that passion is rather common in children, but gets lost in most of us later on. it's so sweet, i feel like my teeth are rotting when i listen to the radio. hollywood is a place where they'll pay you 50,000 dollars for a kiss and 50 cents for your soul. we are governed not by armies and police but by ideas. the real voyage of discovery consists not of seeking new landscapes - but of having new eyes. it's still snowing. and freezing. however, we haven't had an earthquake lately. little minds are tamed and subdued by misfortune, but great minds rise above it. the world breaks us all. afterward, some are stronger at the broken places. you'll remember me like a melody / yeah, i'll haunt the world inside you the things we forget may as well never have happened, but she had many memories, both real and illusory, and that was like living twice. she used to tell her faithful friend, the sage tao chi'en, that her memory was like the hold of the ship where they had come to know one another: vast and somber, bursting with boxes, barrels, and sacks in which all of the events of her life were jammed. awake it was difficult to find anything in that chaotic clutter, but asleep she could, just as mama fresia had taught her in the gentle nights of her childhood, when the contours of reality were as faint as a tracery of pale ink. she entered the place of her dreams along a much traveled path and returned treading very carefully in order not to shatter the tenuous visions against the harsh light of consciousness. she put as much store in that process as others put in numbers, and she so refined the art of remembering that she could see miss rose bent over the crate of marseilles soap that was her first cradle..
If a man is called to be a street sweeper, he should sweep streets even as michelangelo painted, or beethoven composed music, or shakespeare composed poetry. he should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say, 'here lived a great street sweeper who did his job well. how pleased can one sun setting make you if you humble yourself to it? how grateful can you really say that you are just to be here and live through it?.