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"A man of eighty has outlived probably three new schools of painting, two of architecture and poetry and a hundred in dress."
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"Every man's work, whether it be literature, or music or pictures or architecture or anything else, is always a portrait of himself."
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"Rather than wait to see what the day or future holds, why not design and plan the future you want to experience?"
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"Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life."
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