We Work In The Dark -- We

The Artist Beholds In Nature More Than She Herself Nature Is Conscious Of.

Really, Universally, Relations Stop Nowhere, And The Exquisite Problem Of The Artist Is Eternally But To Draw, By A Geometry Of His Own, The Circle Within Which They Shall Happily Appear To Do So.

In The Long Run An Opinion Often Borrows Credit From The Forbearance Of Its Patrons.

There Were Always People To Snatch At You, And It Would Never Occur To Them That They Were Eating You Up. They Did That Without Tasting.

London Is On The Whole The Most Possible Form Of Life.