Sometimes art seems to be something very sublime, and, as you say, something sacred. - Vincent Van Gogh

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Personally, I believe in self-determination, but in the context of one South Africa - so that my self-determination is based in this region, and with my people.

Vincent Van Gogh

Sometimes art seems to be something very sublime, and, as you say, something sacred.

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Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.

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I use color in a completely arbitrary way in order to express myself powerfully.

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I never get tired of the blue sky.

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Your profession is not what brings home your weekly paycheck, your profession is what you're put here on earth to do, with such passion and such intensity that it becomes spiritual in calling.

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At times it is not easy for me to take up living again.

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For every time she shouted "Fire!" They only answered "Little liar!" And therefore when her aunt returned, Matilda, and the house, were burned.

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However long the horror continued, one must not get to the stage of refusing to think about it. To shrink from direct pain was bad enough, but to shrink from vicarious pain was the ultimate cowardice. And whereas to conceal direct pain was a virtue, to conceal vicarious pain was a sin. Only by feeling it to the utmost, and by expressing it, could the rest of the world help to heal the injury which had caused it. Money, food, clothing, shelter - people could give all these and still it would not be enough; it would not absolve them from paying also, in full, the imponderable tribute of grief.

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