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Men Are Never Convinced Of Your Reasons, Of Your Sincerity, Of The Seriousness Of Your Sufferings, Except By Your Death. So Long As You Are Alive, Your Case Is Doubtful; You Have A Right Only To Their Skepticism.

It's Not The Struggle That Makes Us Artists, But Art That Makes Us Struggle.

I Had The Whole Sky In My Eyes And It Was Blue And Gold.

There Is A Life And There Is A Death, And There Are Beauty And Melancholy Between.

Outside Of That Single Fatality Of Death, Everything, Joy Or Happiness, Is Liberty.