L'artGreen arsenic smeared on an egg-white cloth, Crushed strawberries! Come, let us feast our eyes.
It ought to be illegal for an artist to marry. If the artist must marry let him find someone more interested in art, or his art, or the artist part of him, than in him. After which let them take tea t...
In our time, the curse is monetary illiteracy, just as inability to read plain print was the curse of earlier centuries.
I could I trust starve like a gentleman. It's listed as part of the poetic training, you know.
Religion, oh, just another of those numerous failures resulting from an attempt to popularize art.
Men do not understand books until they have a certain amount of life, or at any rate no man understands a deep book, until he has seen and lived at least part of its contents.