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“One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.” ― Jack Kerouac
Two Ladies and a dog 1910
"I almost think it is the ultimate destiny of science to exterminate the human race." - Thomas Love Peacock
"Never regret. If it's good, it's wonderful. If it's bad, it's experience.” - Eleanor Hibbert Young Kate Bush playing with shadows . . .
"Silence is a true friend who never betrays." - Confucius
"The word 'happiness' would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness." - Carl Jung
"Thank goodness I was never sent to school; it would have rubbed off some of the originality." - Beatrix Potter
"A sculptor is a person who is interested in the shape of things, a poet in words, a musician by sounds." - Henry Moore
"Deserve your dream." - Octavio Paz
"Don't let your sins turn into bad habits." - Saint Teresa of Avila
"We are the music makers. We are the dreamers of the dream." - Arthur O'Shaughnessy
"Happiness comes from... some curious adjustment to life." - Hugh Walpole
Finale
The fallen petals of the rose, The fallen feathers of the dove, And the time of swiftly-falling snows, Are strewn on the tomb of Love.
A shroud of soft and silent snows Covers his body - he is dead: The fallen petals of the rose, Are strewn about his head.
And yet Love died before the rose, Long ere the snows began to fall; And now, the soft white silent snows Become his funeral pall.
- Count Eric Stanislaus Stenbock
"Art is not a transcript nor a copy. Art is the expression of those beauties and emotions that stir the human soul." - Howard Pyle
"All progress is experimental" - John Jay Chapman
"All the world is birthday cake, so take a piece, but not too much." - George Harrison