Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts,...
Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts,...
Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts,...
Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts,...
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An artist must have the drive to be able to create pieces that last forever. Successful art pieces are meant to last forever, and they should be made with passion. While many artists may start out with passion, they eventually lose it because they spend their days doing mundane things instead of continuing to pursue their passion. Successful art pieces are works of art that will last forever, and they were created with passion.

Source: Voices Of The Night

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