To Be A Good Draftsman Was To

The Nature Of The Place...whether High Or Low, Moist Or Dry, Whether Sloping North Or South, Or Bearing Tall Trees Or Low Shrubs...generally Gives Hint As To Its Inhabitants.

How Could I Make A Little Book, When I Have Seen Enough To Make A Dozen Large Books?

There Is The Morass, Wherein You Plunge Up To Your Knees, Or The Walking Over The Stubborn, Dwarfish Shrubbery, Whereby One Treads Down The Forests Of Labrador; And The Unexpected Bunting Or Sylvia Which Perchance, And Indeed As If By Chance Alone, You Now And Then See Flying Before You, Or Hear Singing From The Ground Creeping Plant.

One Day I Caught Four Dolphins, How Much I Have Gazed At These Beautiful Creatures... As They Changed Their Hue In Twenty Varieties Of Richest Arrangement Of Tints.

I Looked Long And Carefully At The Picture Of A Stag Painted By Landseer - The Style Was Good, And The Brush Was Handled With Fine Effect, But He Fails In Copying Nature, Without Which The Best Work Will Be A Failure.