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We Can Always Redeem The Man Who Aspires And Strives.

Why Should We Not Recognize In The Lightning, The Thunder, And The Storm Wind, The Approach Of An Overwhelming Power, And In The Scent Of Flowers And The Gently Rustling Zephyr The Presence Of A Being Full Of Love?

A Man Who Cannot Command Himself Will Always Be A Slave.

In Art It's Not The Thinking That Does The Job, But Making.

Investigate What Is, And Not What Pleases.