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It's Always Hopeless To Talk About Painting - One Never Does Anything But Talk Around It.

There Arises From A Bad And Unapt Formation Of Words A Wonderful Obstruction To The Mind.

Important Families Are Like Potatoes. The Best Parts Are Underground.

It Is A Pleasure To Stand Upon The Shore, And To See Ships Tost Upon The Sea: A Pleasure To Stand In The Window Of A Castle, And To See A Battle And The Adventures Thereof Below: But No Pleasure Is Comparable To Standing Upon The Vantage Ground Of Truth . . . And To See The Errors, And Wanderings, And Mists, And Tempests, In The Vale Below.

Out Of Monuments, Names, Words Proverbs ...and The Like, We Do Save And Recover Somewhat From The Deluge Of Time.