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Whoever Prefers The Material Comforts Of Life Over Intellectual Wealth Is Like The Owner Of A Palace Who Moves Into The Servants’ Quarters And Leaves The Sumptuous Rooms Empty.

Never Strive, O Artist, To Create What You Are Not Irresistibly Impelled To Create!

The Insignificant Labor, The Great Create.

Whenever Two Good People Argue Over Principles, They Are Both Right.

When Art Find No Temple Open, It Takes Refuge In The Workshop.