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Handel, To Him I Bow The Knee.

The World Is A King, And Like A King, Desires Flattery In Return For Favor; But True Art Is Selfish And Perverse — It Will Not Submit To The Mold Of Flattery.

Good Morning, On July 7 My Thoughts Go Out To You, My Immortal Beloved I Can Only Live Wholly With You Or Not At All- Be Calm My Life, My All. Only By Calm Consideration Of Our Existence Can We Achieve Our Purpose To Live Together. Oh Continue To Love Me, Never Misjudge The Most Faithful Heart Of Your Beloved. Ever Thine Ever Mine Ever Yours

Don't Only Practice Your Art, But Force Your Way Into Its Secrets; Art Deserves That, For It And Knowledge Can Raise Man To The Divine.

Oh, How Beautiful It Is To Be Alive - Would That I Could Live A Thousand Times