Art is not a handicraft, it is the transmission of feeling the artist has experienced.
Truth, like gold, is to be obtained not by its growth, but by washing away from it all that is not gold.
All happy families resemble one another, each happy familly is unhappy in its on way.
All, everything that I understand, I understand because I love.
If so many men, so many minds, certainly so many hearts, so many kinds of love.
In the name of God, stop a moment, cease your work, look around you.
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