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R. Buckminster Fuller

Dear reader, traditional human power structures and their reign of darkness are about to be rendered obsolete. ― R. Buckminster Fuller, Cosmography: A Posthumous Scenario for the Future of Humanity. (Macmillan Pub Co; First Edition edition February 1992)

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Gertrude Stein

A novel is what you dream in your night sleep. A novel is not waking thoughts although it is written and thought with waking thoughts. But really a novel goes as dreams go in sleeping at night and some dreams are like anything and some dreams are like something and some dreams change and some… Continue reading Gertrude Stein

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Émilie Carles

Learn to live by knowing how to live and let live. Never take anything in life but flowers, and from flowers, only the perfume… — Émilie Carles, A Life of her Own: The Transformation of a Countrywoman in Twentieth-Century France, translation by Avriel H. Goldberger. (Penguin Books; Reprint edition June 1, 1992) Originally published January… Continue reading Émilie Carles

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Amy Lowell

When you came, you were like red wine and honey, And the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness. Now you are like morning bread, Smooth and pleasant. I hardly taste you at all for I know your savour, But I am completely nourished. — Amy Lowell, “Decade,” The Oxford Book of American Poetry.… Continue reading Amy Lowell

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Thomas Carlyle

The illimitable, silent, never-resting thing called Time, rolling, rushing on, swift, silent, like an all-embracing ocean-tide, on which we and all the Universe swim like exhalations, like apparitions which are, and then are not: this is forever very literally a miracle; a thing to strike us dumb – for we have no work to speak… Continue reading Thomas Carlyle

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