L'art Green arsenic smeared on an egg-white cloth, Crushed strawberries! Come, let us feast our eyes.
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Music begins to atrophy when it departs too far from the dance... poetry begins to atrophy when it gets too far from music.
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A slave is one who waits for someone to come and free him.
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The modern artist must live by craft and violence. His gods are violent gods. Those artists, so called, whose work does not show this strife, are uninteresting.
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A great age of literature is perhaps always a great age of translations.
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Religion, oh, just another of those numerous failures resulting from an attempt to popularize art.
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