Any Man Who Does Not Have His

Art Is Beauty, The Perpetual Invention Of Detail, The Choice Of Words, The Exquisite Care Of Execution.

You Do Not Become A Critic Until It Has Been Completely Established To Your Own Satisfaction That You Cannot Be A Poet.

Sometimes He Sits At Your Feet Looking Into Your Face With An Expression So Gentle And Caressing That The Depth Of His Gaze Startles You.

[great Artists] Do Not Copy What They See, But What They Desire.

The Pleasure In Traveling Consists Of The Obstacles, The Fatigue, And Even The Danger. What Charm Can Anyone Find In An Excursion When He Is Always Sure Of Reaching His Destination, Of Having Horses Ready Waiting For Him, A Soft Bed, An Excellent Supper, And All The Eases And Comfort He Can Enjoy In His Own Home! One Of The Great Misfortunes Of Modern Life Is The Want Of Any Sudden Surprise, And The Absence Of All Adventure. Everything Is So Well Arranged.