At Times I Come Across Works Of

Everything Is Beautiful, All That Matters Is To Be Able To Interpret.

It Is Absurd To Look For Perfection.

At Fifty, That Is In 1880, I Formulated The Idea Of Unity, Without Being Able To Render It. At Sixty, I Am Beginning To See The Possibility Of Rendering It.

One Can Do Such Lovely Things With So Little. Subjects That Are Too Beautiful End By Appearing Theatrical.

It Does Not Astonish Me That The Critics In London Relegate Me To The Lowest Rank. Alas! I Fear That They Are Only Too Justified!