Nothing develops intelligence like travel.
If you shut up truth, and bury it underground, it will but grow.
They talked so, with secret hearts, without needing words, talking of other things... They could have suddenly continued their confessions aloud, without ceasing to understand each other.
One forges one's style on the terrible anvil of daily deadlines.
Art is a corner of creation seen through a temperament.
There are two men inside the artist, the poet and the craftsman. One is born a poet. One becomes a craftsman.