How many desolate creatures on the earth have learnt the simple dues of fellowship and social comfort, in a hospital.

May the good God pardon all good men.

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

I would confide to you perhaps my secret profession of faith - which is ... which is ... that let us say and do what we please and can ... there is a natural inferiority of mind in women - of the intellect ... not by any means, of the moral nature - and that the history of Art and of genius testifies to this fact openly.

Books are men of higher stature, and the only men that speak aloud for future times to hear.

God Himself is the best Poet, And the Real is His song.

His ears were often the first thing to catch my tears.