I am one of the strongest yet have no guns.

I am without vision yet am highly subjective.

I am admired by most yet indulged by fewer.

I am without prejudice yet I do incite enmity.

I am warmth yet have been known to be cold.

I am without feeling yet I inspire masses of it.

I am happiness yet I can also be depressing.

I am without heart yet this is my clichéd focus.

I am in quote yet one need more than just me.

I am to be made yet need interspersed course.

I am mistaken for all us three yet only take two.

I am rhymed with the bird without the turtle.

WHAT AM I?

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