"Every day we dishonor our finest impulses. That is why we get a
heart-ache when we read those lines written by the hand of a master and
recognize them as our own, as the tender shoots which we stifled because
we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own criterion of
truth and beauty. Every man, when he gets quiet, when he becomes
desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths.
We all derive from the same source. There is no mystery about the
origin of things. We are all part of creation, all kings, all poets, all
musicians; we have only to open up, to discover what is already there."
~ Henry Miller
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| Cassia, and Bleeding Hearts Vine |
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