In A Sense I'm Glad That I've

One Must Learn To Read, Just As One Must Learn To See And Learn To Live.

And Love Makes One Calmer About Many Things, And In That Way, One Is More Fit For One's Work.

A Good Painting Should Be The Equivalent Of A Good Deed.

It Is A Pity That, As One Gradually Gains Experience, One Loses One's Youth.

There Is But One Paris And However Hard Living May Be Here, And If It Became Worse And Harder Even—the French Air Clears Up The Brain And Does Good—a World Of Good.