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Whoever Tells A Lie Is Not Pure Of Heart, And Such A Person Can Not Cook A Clean Soup.

The Real Artist Has No Pride. Unfortunately He Sees That His Art Has No Limits. He Feels Obscurely How Far He Is From The Goal. While He Is Perhaps Being Admired By Others, He Mourns The Fact That He Has Not Yet Reached The Point To Which His Better Genius, Like A Distant Sun, Ever Beckons To Him.

Recommend Virtue To Your Children, That Alone - Not Wealth - Can Give Happiness. It Upholds In Adversity And The Thought Of It And My Art Prevents Me From Putting An End To My Life.

A Great Poet Is The Most Precious Jewel Of A Nation.

The Barriers Are Not Erected Which Can Say To Aspiring Talents And Industry, 'thus Far And No Farther.'