What I Say To An Artist Is,

It Was As Dark As The Inside Of A Cabinet Minister.

Nothing Like Poetry When You Lie Awake At Night. It Keeps The Old Brain Limber. It Washes Away The Mud And Sand That Keeps On Blocking Up The Bends. Like Waves To Make The Pebbles Dance On My Old Floors. And Turn Them Into Rubies And Jacinths; Or At Any Rate, Good Imitations.

No Doubt Any Connoisseur, Any Collector, Some Bored Old Millionaire When He Shows Off His Treasures, Is Seeking In Your Praise The Resurrection And The Life.

A Friend Of Mine Tells Me That A Beethoven Symphony Can Solve For Him A Problem Of Conduct. I've No Doubt That It Does So Simply By Giving Him A Sense Of The Tragedy And The Greatness Of Human Destiny, Which Makes His Personal Anxieties Seem Small, Which Throws Them Into A New Proportion.

What I Say To An Artist Is, 'when You Can't Paint - Paint.