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Memories Are Hunting Horns Whose Sound Dies On The Wind.

Geometry Is To The Plastic Arts What Grammar Is To The Art Of The Writer.

Joy Came Always After Pain.

When Man Resolved To Imitate Walking, He Invented The Wheel, Which Does Not Look Like A Leg. In Doing This, He Was Practicing Surrealism Without Knowing It.

It's Raining My Soul, It's Raining, But It's Raining Dead Eyes.