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What torments my soul is its loneliness. The more it expands among friends and the daily habits or pleasures, the more, it seems to me, it flees me and retires into its fortress. The poet who lives in solitude, but who produces much, is the one who enjoys those treasures we bear in our bosom, but which forsake us when we give ourselves to others. When one yields oneself completely to one's soul, it opens itself to one, and then it is that the capricious thing allows one the greatest of good fortunes... that of sympathizing with others, of studying itself, of painting itself constantly in its works. Delacroix, Eugene

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Ferdinand Victor Eugne Delacroix (April 26, 1798 - August 13, 1863) was an important painter from the French romantic period. · Can we improve this biography? Write us your version.

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