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To like an individual because he's black is just as insulting as to dislike him because he isn't white.
e. e. cummings
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e. e. cummings
Age: 67 †
Born: 1894
Born: October 14
Died: 1962
Died: September 3
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Cambridge
Massachusetts
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Let must or if be damned with whomever's afraid down with ought with because with every brain which thinks it thinks, nor dares to feel.
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Seeming's enough for slaves of space and time - ours is the now and here of freedom. Come.
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you shall above all things be glad and young For if you're young,whatever life you wear it will become youand if you are glad whatever's living will yourself become.
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If 180 million people want to be undead, that’s their funeral, but I happen to like being alive.
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