The picture of a flower in a botanical book is an information,
Its mission ends with our knowledge.
But in pure art,it's a personal communication.
And therefore until it finds its harmony in the depth of our personality,
it misses its mark.
Source : Thought relics
Morning has its birds' songs,
and life's daybreak has the music of the child.
At every home comes to us this refrain of life with its pure note of beauty.
The bloom constantly is brushed off the world of man by the friction of its dirt,it is roughened and begrimed by the callous touch of age.
Source:Thought relics
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