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	<title>Auguste Rodin.  Certificates of authenticity, expertise, appraisals.</title>
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		<p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><font size="5"><font face="garamond"><font color="#003366">Auguste Rodin</font><br />
(1840-1917)<br />
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<br /><center><center style="margin:3px 5px 3px 6px; width:498px; text-align:justify; display:block;"><font face="bookman old style"><font size="2">Auguste Rodin was one of the greatest sculptors of the late 19th and 20th centuries. <br />
Born in Paris to a working class family, Rodin exemplified talent in art so innovative, <br />
it was not accepted at the time. He was denied acceptance to the Ecole des Beaux-Arts,<br />
 but was  accepted at a school for decorative sculpture<br />
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Eternal Springtime<br />
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The Thinker<br />
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While Rodin&#039;s talent as a sculptor was undeniable, his private life was just as colorful <br />
and was constantly under scrutiny.<br />
 Despite having a long-standing relationship with a Belgian woman (and also the mother of his only son), Rodin was unfaithful with both his models and his students. In 1883,<br />
 a beautiful and extremely talented 18 year-old student named Camille Claudel came to work in his studio, and the two instantly became an intimate, working couple.<br />
 The two would work together and have a tumultuous affair for the following 15 years, but it would not last. Rodin would not leave the mother of his child for Claudel, <br />
and so their relationship ended and Claudel would live the rest of her life in a mental institution.<br />
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	<pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 10:38:29 -0800</pubDate>
	<title>Indecent Proposal - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia</title>
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Indecent Proposal </font><font size="2"><font face="bookman old style">is a 1993 film drama directed by Adrian Lyne. It stars Robert Redford, Demi Moore, Woody Harrelson, Seymour Cassel and Oliver Platt. It is based on the novel of the same name by Jack Engelhard.<br />
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Memorable quotes for<br />
Indecent Proposal (1993) <br />
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Diana:<b> If you ever want something badly, let it go. If it comes back to you, then it&#039;s yours forever. If it doesn&#039;t, then it was never yours to begin with.</b><br />
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David: [while playing pool]<b> I guess there&#039;s limits to what money can buy.</b><br />
John:<b> Not many.</b><br />
Diana:<b> Well some things aren&#039;t for sale.</b><br />
John:<b> Such as?</b><br />
Diana:<b> Well you can&#039;t buy people.</b><br />
John: <b>That&#039;s naive, Diana. I buy people every day.</b><br />
Diana:<b> In business, maybe, but you can&#039;t buy people not when real emotions are involved.</b><br />
John: <b>So you&#039;re saying you can&#039;t buy love? That&#039;s a bit of a cliche, don&#039;t you think?</b><br />
Diana:<b> It&#039;s absolutely true.</b><br />
John:<b> Is it? What do you think?</b><br />
David:<b> I agree with Diana.</b><br />
John: <b>You do? Well let&#039;s test the clich. Suppose... I were to offer you one million dollars for one night with your wife.</b><br />
David:<b> I&#039;d assume you&#039;re kidding.</b><br />
John:<b> Let&#039;s pretend I&#039;m not. What would you say?</b><br />
Diana:<b> He&#039;d tell you to go to hell.</b><br />
John:<b> I didn&#039;t hear him.</b><br />
David:<b> I&#039;d tell you to go to hell.</b><br />
John:<b> That&#039;s a reflex answer because you view the question as hypothetical. But let&#039;s say that there was real money backing it up. I&#039;m not kidding. A million dollars. The night would come and go but the money could last a lifetime. Think of it. A million dollars. A lifetime of security... for one night. Don&#039;t answer right away. Just consider it; seriously?</b><br />
David:<b> We&#039;re positive, okay?</b><br />
John:<b> Well then you&#039;ve proved your point. There are limits to what money can buy. It&#039;s late, and I hate to admit it, but I have meetings in the morning. May I have one dance? With your permission.</b><br />
David: <b>You know something? I think you better hurry on to that meeting. You don&#039;t want to miss out on your next billion.</b><br />
John:<b> Understood. I wouldn&#039;t part with her either. Good night. </b><br />
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	<pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 05:36:57 -0800</pubDate>
	<title>Footprints</title>
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The Hermitage at Pontoise<br />
1868<br />
by Camille Pissarro</font><br />
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FOOTPRINTS<br />
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 "<b>ONE</b> night a man had a dream. He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the Lord. Across the sky flashed scenes from his life. For each scene, he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand; one belonging to him, and the other to the Lord.<br />
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<b>WHEN</b> the last scene of his life flashed before him, he looked back at the footprints in the sand. He noticed that many times along the path of his life there was only one set of footprints. He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times in his life.<br />
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<b>THIS</b> really bothered him and he questioned the Lord about it. "Lord, you said that once I decided to follow you, you&#039;d walk with me all the way. But I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life, there is only one set of footprints. I don&#039;t understand why when I needed you most you would leave me."<br />
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<b>THE </b>Lord replied, "My precious, precious child, I love you and I would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you.""<br />
  Ellen White<br />
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	<pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 20:38:26 -0800</pubDate>
	<title>Ninon de lEnclos - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia</title>
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Anne "Ninon" de l&#039;Enclos <br />
 (10 November 1620 </font><font size="2"><font face="bookman old style"><font color="#003366">- 17 October 1705) was a French author, courtesan and patron of the arts. From her beginnings as an orphaned simple prostitute, then a paid mistress, she redefined herself as she acquired financial independence, adding philosophical weight to her life as an independent, thinking libertine.At the time of her death, in 1705, Saint-Simon primly summed up her career: "A shining example of the triumph of vice, when directed with intelligence and redeemed by a little virtue."<br />
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Ninon De Lenclos, On Her Last Birthday - Dorothy Parker<br />
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Death and Taxes1931So let me have the rouge again,And comb my hair the curly way.<br />
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The poor young men, the dear young menThey&#039;ll all be here by noon today.And I shall wear the blue, I think-They beg to touch its rippled lace;<br />
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Or do they love me best in pink,So sweetly flattering the face?And are you sure my eyes are bright,And is it true my cheek is clear?<br />
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Young what&#039;s-his-name stayed half the night;He vows to cut his throat, poor dear!So bring my scarlet slippers, then,And fetch the powder-puff to me.<br />
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The dear young men, the poor young men-They think I&#039;m only seventy!<br />
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<br />XVI  -  How to Be Victorious in Love<br />
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......The more timidity a lover shows with us, the more it concerns our pride to goad him on; the more respect he has for our resistance, the more respect we demand of him.  We would willingly say to you men, Ah, in pity  name do not suppose us to be so very virtuous; you are forcing us to have too much of it.  Do not put so high a price upon your conquest; do not treat our defeat as if it were something difficult.  Accustom our imagination by degrees to seeing you doubt our indifference.<br />
          When we see a lover, although he may be persuaded of our gratitude, treat us with the consideration demanded by our vanity.  We shall conclude, without being aware of it, that he will always be the same, although sure of our inclination for him.  From that moment, what confidence will he not inspire?  What flattering progress may he not make?  But if he notifies us to be always on our guard, then it is not our hearts we shall defend; it will not be a battle to preserve our virtue, but our pride, and that is the worst enemy to be conquered in women.  What more is there to tell you?  We are continually struggling to hide the fact that we have permitted ourselves to be loved.  Put a woman in a position to say that she has yielded only to a species of violence, or to surprise; persuade her that you do not undervalue her, and I will answer for her heart. <br />
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	<pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 20:07:17 -0800</pubDate>
	<title>The Dining Room by Paul Signac - ArtinthePicture.com</title>
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The Dining Room<br />
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by Paul Signac</font><br />
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Stardust (1999) - Neil Gaiman<br />
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    * "The little folk dare anything", said his friend. "And they talk a lot of nonsense. But they talks an awful lot of sense, as well. You listen to &#039;em at your peril, and you ignore &#039;em at your peril, too."<br />
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    * When I was very young, somebody -  maybe it was a squirrel, they talk so much, or a magpie, or maybe a fishie  -  told me that Pan owned all this forest. Well, not owned owned. Not like he would sell the forest to someone else, or put a wall all around it ... It&#039;s not hard to own something. Or everything. You just have to know that it&#039;s yours, and then be willing to let it go.<br />
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	<pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 19:21:28 -0800</pubDate>
	<title>The Berlin Wall and the Walls between Us</title>
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		<p><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><center style="margin:3px 5px 3px 6px; width:498px; text-align:justify; display:block;"><font size="6"><font face="garamond"><font color="#95100d">The Berlin Wall <br />
and the Walls between Us</font><br />
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It&#039;s a personal subject, as for all Germans, especially Berliners who were affected by it the most. It will be soon 20 years, in one year and a few months, since this historic event occurred. It seems to me a long time ago, although I have many vivid memories of events from back then that seem to have happened only recently.<br />
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Remember history, because history tends to repeat itself! That is an old and true saying. It is especially true unfortunately, for things that should not be repeated at all, but people forgot about how bad it was over time and then allowed it to happen again.<br />
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Maybe it&#039;s the creation or fortification and militarization of new and existing Walls that were and are being erected between people at many places around the world. Walls are bad, they separate and isolate. They segment people who should not be segmented. Walls that separate families or big group of people are causing suffering, pain and even death.<br />
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Most Walls are unnecessary and should not be erected and it only happens, because people allow it to happen. If people would say "no more", those Walls would fall and crumble, just like the Berlin Wall did in 1989. The Berlin Wall example also shows that Walls can be torn down without violence or war.<br />
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Berlin Wall - Lessons Learned<br />
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	<pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 09:49:15 -0800</pubDate>
	<title>Neil Gaiman - Wikiquote</title>
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Neil Richard Gaiman </font><br />
<font size="3"><font face="bookman old style"><font color="#003300"> (born 10 November 1960) is an English author of science fiction and fantasy short stories and novels, graphic novels, comics, audio theatre, and films. His notable works include <i><b>The Sandman</b></i> graphic novel series, <i><b>Stardust, American Gods, Coraline,</b></i> and <i><b>The Graveyard Book.</b></i> Gaiman&#039;s writing has won numerous awards, including <i><b>the Hugo, Nebula, </b></i>and <i><b>Bram Stoker,</b></i> as well as<i><b> the 2009 Newbery Medal. </b></i>The extreme enthusiasm of his fans has led some to call him a <i><b>"rock star" </b></i>of the literary world.<br />
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  * Everybody has a secret world inside of them. All of the people of the world, I mean everybody. No matter how dull and boring they are on the outside, inside them they&#039;ve all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds. Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands maybe.<br />
          o The Sandman<br />
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    * It has always been the prerogative of children and half-wits to point out that the emperor has no clothes. But the half-wit remains a half-wit, and the emperor remains an emperor.<br />
          o The Sandman<br />
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    * Life - and I don&#039;t suppose I&#039;m the first to make this comparison  -  is a disease: sexually transmitted, and invariably fatal.<br />
          o Death Talks About Life<br />
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Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up.<br />
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You build up all these defenses. You build up a whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life... You give them a piece of you. <br />
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They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. <br />
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Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' or 'how very perceptive' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart.<br />
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 It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. Nothing should be able to do that. Especially not love. I hate love.<br />
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Neil Gaiman<br />
    * The character "Rose Walker" in The Sandman #65<br />
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<font size="2"><font face="bookman old style">Landscape<br />
1901<br />
by Paul Signac</font><br />
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"But he did not understand the price. Mortals never do. They only see the prize. Their hearts desire, their dream....But the price of getting what you want is getting what you once wanted."<br />
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 Neil Gaiman<br />
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	<pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 08:11:21 -0800</pubDate>
	<title>Found in a Book - Inspirational Words of Wisdom </title>
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Pink Clouds<br />
1916<br />
by Paul Signac<br />
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 "    When I Whine<br />
    By Red Foley<br />
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    Today upon a bus, I saw<br />
    A lovely maid with golden hair; I envied her - she seemed so gay -<br />
    And oh, I wished I were so fair.<br />
    When suddenly she rose to leave,<br />
    I saw her hobble down the aisle,<br />
    She had one foot and wore a crutch,<br />
    But as she passed, a smile.<br />
    Oh, God, forgive me when I whine;<br />
    I have two feet - the world is mine.<br />
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    And when I stopped to buy some sweets,<br />
    The lad who served me had such charm;<br />
    He seemed to radiate good cheer,<br />
    His manner was so kind and warm.<br />
    I said, "It&#039;s nice to deal with you,<br />
    Such courtesy I seldom find."<br />
    He turned and said, "Oh, thank you, sir!"<br />
    And I saw that he was blind.<br />
    Oh, God, forgive me when I whine;<br />
    I have two eyes - the world is mine.<br />
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    Then, when walking down the street,<br />
    I saw a child with eyes of blue.<br />
    He stood and watched the others play;<br />
    It seemed he knew not what to do,<br />
    I stopped a moment, then I said:<br />
    "Why don&#039;t you join the others, dear?"<br />
    He looked ahead without a word,<br />
    And then I knew; He could not hear.<br />
    Oh, God, forgive me when I whine;<br />
    I have two ears - the world is mine.<br />
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    With feet to take me where I&#039;d go,<br />
    With eyes to see the sunset&#039;s glow,<br />
    With ears to hear what I should know:<br />
    I&#039;m blessed indeed, The world is mine;<br />
    Oh, God, forgive me when I whine. <br />
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So the next time you are having an "its all about me day", or on a day when you are feeling sorry for yourself, or on a day that you catch yourself complaining about the things that truly are not issues, remember Mr. Foleys poem, "When I Whine".<br />
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