Pity wraps the student of the past in an ambrosial cloud, and washes his limbs with eternal youth.

But why I cry out against Rubens is because he painted undressed people instead of naked ones.

Growing old is an emotion which comes over us at almost any age; I had it myself between the ages of 25 and 30.

There is an aristocracy of the sensitive. They represent the true human tradition of permanent victory over cruelty and chaos.

Why can't we be friends now?" said the other, holding him affectionately. "It's what I want. It's what you want." But the horses didn't want it — they swerved apart: the earth didn't want it, sending up rocks through which riders must pass single file; the temple, the tank, the jail, the palace, the birds, the carrion, the Guest House, that came into view as they emerged from the gap and saw Mau beneath: they didn't want it, they said in their hundred voices "No, not yet," and the sky said "No, not there.

In the creative state a man is taken out of himself. He lets down as it were a bucket into his subconscious, and draws up something which is normally beyond his reach. He mixes this thing with his normal experiences and out of the mixture he makes a work of art.

The sun was already declining and each of the trees held a premonition of night.