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We must support ourselves with courageous arms in the midst of the chaos of the ruins, in which our life is chopped up, and strongly attach ourselves to art, to the great, to the enduring art, which, above all chaos, draws eternity, the art that gives us a luminous hand from the sky, so that we are suspended in a daring position, over a deserted abyss, between heaven and earth.


Wilhelm Heinrich Wackenroder

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Painting is poetry which is seen and not heard, and poetry is a painting which is heard but not seen. These two arts, you may call them both either poetry or painting, have here interchanged the senses by which they penetrate to the intellect.

L. Da Vinci

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