Who can tell truth from falsehood any more? I say it, and you feel it in your hearts: no man or woman on this big small earth. How should our sages miss the mark of life, and our most skillful players lose the game? your hearts will tell you, as my heart has told me: because all know, and no one understands.
e. e. cummingsthings which in my mind blossom will stumble beneath a clumsiest disguise appear capable of fragility and indecision
e. e. cummingsWritingis an art; and artistsare human beings. As a human being stands, so a human being is
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