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We Are Earth's Children, And Life Is The Same In Sap As In Blood; All That The Earth, Our Mother, Feels And Expresses To The Eye By Her Form And Aspect, In Melancholy Or In Splendor, Finds An Echo Within Us.

Ink Is The Transcript Of Thought.

An Artist Should Have More Than Two Eyes.

Kindness Is Virtue Itself.

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