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Success Is Dangerous. One Begins To Copy Oneself, And To Copy Oneself Is More Dangerous Than To Copy Others. It Leads To Sterility.

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Success Is Dangerous. One Begins To Copy Oneself, And To Copy Oneself Is More Dangerous Than To Copy Others. It Leads To Sterility.

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I Have Always Believed And Still Believe That Artists Who Live And Work With Spiritual Values Cannot And Should Not Remain Indifferent To The Conflict In Which The Highest Values Of Humanity And Civilization Are At Stake.

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If You Have Five Elements Available Use Only Four. If You Have Four Elements Use Three.

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Action Is The Foundation Of All Success.

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Love Must Be Proven By Facts And Not By Reasons.

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