The eye of genius has always a plaintive expression, and its natural l >>
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I hate flowers -- I paint them because they're cheaper than models and >>
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Deep in their roots all flowers keep the light. >>
Flowers have spoken to me more than I can tell in written words. They are the hieroglyphics of angels, loved by all men for the beauty of the character, though few can decipher even fragments of their meaning.