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Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.
Martin Luther King, Jr.
His own flame must surely long ago have gone out. He had burned in the midst of water. He walked through the webbed sunlight of dead days, the sun shining pale as the moon beyond the cloud. (603)
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Who could afford to look directly at life? For life was itself this indirection, going not by a straight road. (579)
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His star had fallen, never again to rise. Surely he dwelled among the shadows. (567)
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Will post my #Myoung23 quotes, and try to find what peace there may be in silence. It's all too much.
The dead lived with their unfinished business. Infinite frustration was theirs. (557)
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The sense of the immediate was freighted with the pastβand if it were not, then what would be the present but an empty room, a closed door, the hull of an old boat stripped bare of its shrouds, a withered rose, a dead love?
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There was much that he had forgotten, for his memory was brief, brief as a raindrop splashing in a distant pool of water or the cry of a night bird in the whistling of the winter wind . . . (510)
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Lifeβs eternity must be lived within lifeβs brevity . . . (480)
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There were many lost chords, wandering echoes, flute notes, many looms of trembling sound. There were a great many people talking in an empty chamber . . . (448)
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Life was a scheme of mirages, even for those who lived.
(431)
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For what was man . . .
a creature of changeableness, a creature of transience, a falling star, a meteor gone before we knew that it had passed? He was the broken sea shell. (386)
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For every soul must know finally its Northwest Passage, must find that which cannot be found, the crevice narrow as a thread suddenly opening into those great abysses filled with cities of frozen pinnacles and towers. (370)
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There was a time in my life, before I became a Socialist, when I permitted myself to be elected to a state legislature, and I have been trying to live it down. I am as much ashamed of that as I am of having gone to jail. #MYoung23 #HarpSongForARadical ππ¦
Many an old black man worked for nothing or next to nothing even now in the land of the free.
Any contract made with a black man should be nullified and void ...and upon condition that to employ a black man to do any work at all...was subjected to a fine. #myoung23 ππ¦
Suddenly a Republican bigwig who had come to place his advertisement in Lost and Found - "Lost, one Dalmatian, - reward, a nugget of gold". #myoung23
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...in a wilderness of traffic caused by many private coaches with coachmen blowing horns. Some with Dalmations running along the wheels. How could a Dalmation be a dog? He thought Dalmatian was s coast, just as Shakespeare or Bacon had thought.
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He dreamed already of a better way & a more comprehensive world than that of the 2-party system which he would come to look upon as Gog & Magog.Was there really much choice between Democrats & Republicans as to their party makeup?..much the same, they were Janud-faced. #myoung23
After 2 years after her meeting with Debs her suffrage daughters had gathered together in Washington to present to Susan B. a long red fringed shawl. It would be this long red shawl that would be reproduced in the Susan B Anthony portrait dolls #myoung23 #HarpSongForARadical ππ¦
Re: Susan B Anthony The bloomer girls were her flowers as if she were a goddess of old.Or perhaps one should say god-for she did not believe in the feminization of names.And if a woman was a poetess,she should be called a poet, as she was equal to her male counterpart. #MYoung23 ππ¦
The air was filled with subdued rustlings, stirrings, tinkling of starlight, even in a dark night of the human soul, even when there should have been no consciousness, no memory. (340)
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. . . in order to reach the upper world, one must first travel through the lower world, visiting all streets, lanes, alleys, and the journey might be endless (320)
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My imagination wandered like a dark and formless cloud, seeking that certitude it might never have. (303)
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Were all human beings equally evasive, surrounded by clouds of chance and doubt, by opaque ignorance no morning light could penetrate, and were there such dark things in the heart? (282)
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βAh, this poor fiction of life,β she said. (284)
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What shall we do when, fleeing from illusion, we are confronted by illusion? When falling from illusion, we fall into illusion? Have we not deceived ourselves? Where was the real world? (241)
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