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sweetgrass31:
spring in a pot
sweetgrass31:
a thin line
sweetgrass31:
on the horizon
sweetgrass31:
heralds of spring
sweetgrass31:
new beginnings
martinturner:
Goin' up to the spirit in the sky
martinturner:
The Star
ferpectshotz:
Of what use were the arts if they were only the reproduction and the imitation of life?
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He is richest who is content with the least, for content is the wealth of nature…
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Night comes to the desert all at once, as if someone turned off the light...
ferpectshotz:
Liberty is worth paying for...
ferpectshotz:
How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!
ferpectshotz:
You are remembered for the rules you break…
ferpectshotz:
In art, the hand can never execute anything higher than the heart can imagine…
ferpectshotz:
Liberty, when it begins to take root, is a plant of rapid growth…
ferpectshotz:
By all means use some time to be alone…
ferpectshotz:
The supernatural is the natural not yet understood…
ferpectshotz:
If you reveal your secrets to the wind, you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees...
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Never interrupt someone doing what you said couldn't be done...
ferpectshotz:
We do not remember days, we remember moments…
ferpectshotz:
The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page…
ferpectshotz:
Love is the wisdom of the fool and the folly of the wise…
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I rarely draw what I see. I draw what I feel in my body…
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To make us love our country, our country ought to be lovely…
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Sorrows are like thunderclouds, in the distance they look black, over our heads scarcely gray…
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Worry never robs tomorrow of its sorrow, it only saps today of its joy…
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A sculptor is a person who is interested in the shape of things, a poet in words, a musician by sounds…
