We’re hardly responsible for the ideas that come to us, though we are a bit more so for what we do with them.
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We’re hardly responsible for the ideas that come to us, though we are a bit more so for what we do with them.
“Dream over golden dream that secret cist,
Thy heart, O heart of me, doth hold, and mood
On mood of silver, when the day’s light fails,
Say who hath touched the secret heart of thee,
Or who hath known what my heart hath not known”
Ezra Pound | “Canzon: The Vision”