There are nettles everywhere, but smooth, green grasses are more common still; the blue of heaven is larger than the cloud.

But the child's sob curses deeper in the silence than the strong man in his wrath!

Gaze up at the stars knowing that I see the same sky and wish the same sweet dreams.

Yes, I answered you last night; No, this morning, sir, I say: Colors seen by candle-light Will not look the same by day.

A woman's pity sometimes makes her mad.

Large, musing eyes, neither joyous nor sorry.

Don't get me wrong-painting's all right. But now that we have photography, what's the point?