To many men, moderate success is only another aspect of failure.
The boughs of the oak are roaring inside the acorn.
False zeal is every day bringing true zeal into disrepute.
In all pursuits men complain of failure when they have not attained the measure of success they proposed to themselves.
Any critic of Cezanne who described him as a painter of country scenes would be moving in the wrong direction. You must begin with the question of style . . .