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I Cry, Love! Love! Love! Happy Happy Love! Free As The Mountain Wind!

What Has Reasoning To Do With Painting?

Knowledge Of Ideal Beauty Is Not To Be Acquired. It Is Born With Us. Innate Ideas Are In Every Man, Born With Him; Theyare Truly Himself.

He Who Makes His Law A Curse, By His Own Law Shall Surely Die.

Bring Me An Axe And Spade, Bring Me A Winding-sheet; When I My Grave Have Made Let Winds And Tempests Beat: Then Down I'll Lie As Cold As Clay. True Love Doth Pass Away!