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The Organic Laws Of Construction Tangled Me In My Desires, And Only With Great Pain, Effort, And Struggle Did I Break Through These 'walls Around Art.

The Eyes Are Hammers.

Everything Shows Me Its Face, Its Innermost Being, Its Secret Soul, Which Is More Often Silent Than Heard.

Color Is The Keyboard. The Eye Is The Hammer. The Soul Is The Piano, With Its Many Strings.

The Spirit Is Often Concealed Within Matter To Such An Extent That Few People Are Generally Capable Of Perceiving It.