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Have nothing in your houses that you do not know to be useful, or believe to be beautiful."
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"Dreamer of dreams, born out of my due time, Why should I strive to set the crooked straight? Let it suffice me that my murmuring rhyme Beats with light wing against the ivory gate, Telling a tale not too importunate."
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Art is man's expression of his joy in labour.
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"This land is a little land; too much shut up within the narrow seas, as it seems, to have much space for swelling into hugeness. . ."
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"So long as the system of competition in the production and exchange of the means of life goes on, the degradation of the arts will go on; and if that system is to last for ever, then art is doomed, and will surely die . . ."
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