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Nothing recedes like progress.

deeds cannot dream what dreams can do

To like an individual because he's black is just as insulting as to dislike him because he isn't white.

may I be I is the only prayer--not may I be great or good or beautiful or wise or strong.

The sensual mysticism of entire vertical being.

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