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Then in her bath she sponged from foot to head,
Her body, arms, breasts, thighs, and things unsaid,
Powdered and dried herself with delicate care.

— George Moore Pagan Poems (1881)

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I will admit that an artist may be great and limited; by one word he may light up an abyss of soul; but there must be this one magical and unique word.

Confessions of a Young Man (1886)

The mind petrifies if a circle be drawn around it, and it can hardly be denied that dogma draws a circle round the mind.

Hail and Farewell (1912)

Acting is therefore the lowest of the arts, if it is an art at all.

Impressions and Opinions (1891)

It does not matter how badly you paint so long as you don't paint badly like other people.

Confessions of a Young Man (1886)

A man travels the world over in search of what he needs and returns home to find it.

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