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The Grave Is Heaven's Golden Gate, And Rich And Poor Around It Wait; O Shepherdess Of England's Fold, Behold This Gate Of Pearl And Gold!

Every Man Who Is Not An Artist Is A Traitor To His Own Nature.

You Smile With Pomp And Rigor, You Talk Of Benevolence And Virtue; I Act With Benevolence And Virtue And Get Murdered Time After Time.

Nature Has No Outline. Imagination Has.

They Who Forgive Most Shall Be Most Forgiven.