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It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.

I only ask to be free. The butterflies are free.

There are only two styles of portrait painting; the serious and the smirk.

A boy’s story is the best that is ever told.

Cows are my passion. What I have ever sighed for has been to retreat to a Swiss farm, and live entirely surrounded by cows – and china.

There are strings in the human heart that had better not be vibrated.

There are dark shadows on the earth, but its lights are stronger in the contrast.

I will honor Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year.