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"The word in your mouth is anarchy."
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"You're free to wear whatever you want, you know."
"Something must go within to bring what is within out. Oh yes! You need something within to bring what is within out!"
"Express your feelings, no matter what. Make your every word beautiful, bright, and lovely. Make your every thought creative, caring, and lively."
"At any moment, you can use your face to open doors of opportunity if it demonstrates interest, enthusiasm, respect, understanding, delight, agreement, and more."
"A waterfall cannot be silent, just as the wisdom! When they speak, the voice of power speaks!"
"The thing that I fear discriminating against is humor and truth."
"It's not really outstanding when you're standing outOutcry is the only outburst,if you can't shout."
"When a man talks from the heart, in his moment of truth, he speaks poetry."
"If words are the truth, what is living for?"
"Words can be honed to crafted perfection by the finest wordsmiths. Yet, if we trust solely in the expanse of them to explain this God of ours or articulate our experience of Him, we will have brutally destroyed the very things we are attempting to explain. And if I should do that, no words can describe how badly I wish I had no words."
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"The man who looks for security, even in the mind, is like a man who would chop off his limbs in order to have artificial ones which will give him no pain or trouble."
"Life is constantly providing us with new funds, new resources, even when we are reduced to immobility. In life's ledger there is no such thing as frozen assets."
"I have never been able to look upon America as young and vital but rather as prematurely old, as a fruit which rotted before it had a chance to ripen."
"Any genuine philosophy leads to action and from action back again to wonder, to the enduring fact of mystery."
"Up on the Brooklyn Bridge a man is standing in agony, waiting to jump, or waiting to write a poem, or waiting for the blood to leave his vessels because if he advances another foot the pain of his love will kill him."
"No stone was laid upon another with love or reverence; no street was laid for dance or joy. One thing has been added to another in a mad scramble to fill the belly, and the streets smell of empty bellies and full bellies and bellies half full. The streets smell of a hunger which has nothing to do with love; they smell of the belly which is insatiable and of the creations of the empty belly which are null and void."
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