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Then Let Us All Do What Is Right, Strive With All Our Might Toward The Unattainable, Develop As Fully As We Can The Gifts God Has Given Us, And Never Stop Learning

Men Are Not Only Together When They Are With Each Other; Even The Distant And The Dead Live With Us.

We All Make Mistakes, But Everyone Makes Different Mistakes

There Ought To Be Only One Large Art Warehouse In The World, To Which The Artist Could Carry His Art-works And From Which He Could Carry Away Whatever He Needed. As It Is One Must Be Half A Tradesman.

Strange, I Feel As If Up To Now I Had Written No More Than A Few Notes.