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An Artist Is Always In The State Of Becoming.

You Say Love Is Just A Four Letter Word.

Forget The Dead You've Left, They Will Not Follow You.

They Say That Patriotism Is The Last Refuge To Which A Scoundrel Clings Steal A Little And They Throw You In Jail. Steal A Lot And Then They Make You King.

Strange How People Who Suffer Together Have Stronger Connections Than Those Who Are Most Content.