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The purpose of poetry is to remind us 
how difficult it is to remain just one person,

for our house is open, there are no keys in the doors, 
and invisible guests come in and out at will.


—Czesław Miłosz

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As soon as one speaks, as soon as one enters the medium of language, one loses that very singularity. Once I speak, I am never and no longer myself, alone and unique.

—Jacques Derrida
The Gift of Death

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Speech is not of the tongue but of the heart. The tongue is merely the instrument with which one speaks. 

He who is dumb is dumb in his heart, not in his tongue. 

As you speak, so is your heart.

—Paracelsus

  

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