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The Great Wave off Kanagawa, c. 1831.
The Great Wave off Kanagawa, c. 1831.
by Katsushika Hokusai
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I exist as I am, that is enough, If no other in the world be aware I sit content, And if each and all be aware I sit content.
by Walt Whitman
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Sudden Shower over Shin-Ōhashi Bridge, 1857.
Sudden Shower over Shin-Ōhashi Bridge, 1857.
by Hiroshige
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Nothing is so painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change. The very winds whispered in soothing accents, and maternal Nature bade me weep no more.
by Mary Shelley
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Moonlight Sonata, 1st movement.
by Ludwig van Beethoven
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The Starry Night, 1889.
The Starry Night, 1889.
by Vincent van Gogh
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The Horse in Motion — early motion study, 1878.
The Horse in Motion — early motion study, 1878.
by Eadweard Muybridge
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Impression, Sunrise, 1872.
Impression, Sunrise, 1872.
by Claude Monet
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Arrival of a Train at La Ciotat, 1896.
by Lumière Brothers
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Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them.
by Marcus Aurelius
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I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach.
by Henry D. Thoreau
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Hope is the thing with feathers — That perches in the soul — And sings the tune without the words — And never stops — at all —
by Emily Dickinson
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Fine Wind, Clear Morning (Red Fuji), c. 1831.
Fine Wind, Clear Morning (Red Fuji), c. 1831.
by Hokusai
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The Fighting Temeraire, 1839.
The Fighting Temeraire, 1839.
by J. M. W. Turner
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Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
by Christina Rossetti
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To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour.
by William Blake
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Maple Leaf Rag, 1899 — piano roll recording.
by Scott Joplin
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Where I Lived, and What I Lived For

At a certain season of our life we are accustomed to consider every spot as the possible site of a house. I have thus surveyed the country on every side within a dozen miles of where I live. The scenery of Walden is on a humble scale, and,…
by Henry D. Thoreau
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Young Hare, 1502.
Young Hare, 1502.
by Albrecht Dürer
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Of Studies

Studies serve for delight, for ornament, and for ability. Their chief use for delight is in privateness and retiring; for ornament, is in discourse; and for ability, is in the judgment and disposition of business. For expert men can execut…
by Francis Bacon
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A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction; and that, as you will see, leaves the great problem of the true nature of woman unsolved.
by Virginia Woolf

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