Utter originality is, of course, out of the question.
All great art is born of the metropolis.
Fit for kings, formal gardens afford an earthly Elysium and the odd impression that we mere men might actually control nature for a time.
The artist is always beginning.
Almost any fool can paint an academy picture, and any imbecile can shoot off a Kodak.
If I could believe the Quakers banned music because church music is so damn bad, I should view them with approval.