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"Child who does not play is not a child, but the man who does not play has lost forever the child who lived within him and who he will miss terribly."
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"Thought, if I may put it, is the man behind the possession, appearance, things we like, things we hate and the very epitome of life."
"Your subconscious mind is the universal mind with a universal consciousness."
"Absolute is infinite so there is no absolute truth. There is truth that you can see in infinite ways and make your own."
"Every aspect of your life will be enlivened when you start to think and communicate with your heart and mind in cohesive coordinated harmony."
"Think about yourself because no one has time to think about you. Everyone is busy thinking about themselves."
"I don't claim to know everything, Wally. I only claim that everything can eventually be known."
"I don't know who you are or where you are, but I know your deep driving desires. I am writing to you to make your life a little easier and better."
"There are two kinds of people:those who learned to love and those who didn't."
"Any education that doesn't allow you to think freely is not an education but a prison."
"I came to this world to bloom and spread my love to fill the world with happiness."
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"I love you in order to begin loving you,to start infinity againand never to stop loving you:that is why I do not love you yet."
"I have named you queen.There are taller than you, taller.There are purer than you, purer.There are lovelier than you, lovelier.But you are the queen.When you go through the streetsNo one recognizes you.No one sees your crystal crown, no one looksAt the carpet of red goldThat you tread as you pass,The nonexistent carpet.And when you appearAll the rivers soundIn my body, bellsShake the sky,And a hymn fills the world.Only you and I,Only you and I, my love,Listen to it."
"Donde termina el arco iris,en tu alma o en el horizonte?Where does the rainbow end,in your soul or on the horizon?"
"I stalk certain words... I catch them in mid-flight, as they buzz past, I trap them, clean them, peel them, I set myself in front of the dish, they have a crystalline texture to me, vibrant, ivory, vegetable, oily, like fruit, like algae, like agates, like olives... I stir them, I shake them, I drink them, I gulp them down, I mash them, I garnish them... I leave them in my poem like stalactites, like slivers of polished wood, like coals, like pickings from a shipwreck, gifts from the waves... Everything exists in the word."
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