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The Earth We Abuse And The Living Things We Kill Will, In The End, Take Their Revenge; For In Exploiting Their Presence We Are Diminishing Our Future.

It's Never What You Say, But How You Make It Sound Sincere.

A Seventeenth-century Painting Can Be "modern" Because The Living Eye Finds It Fresh And New. A "modern" Painting Can Be Outdated Because It Was A Product Of The Moment And Not Of Time.

To Be At Peace With Self, To Find Company And Nourishment In Self-this Would Be The Test Of The Free And Productive Psyche.

One Is As One Is, And The Love That Can't Encompass Both Is A Poor Sort Of Love.