What thou lovest well remains.

The flavors of the peach and the apricot are not lost from generation to generation. Neither are they transmitted by book learning.

Almost any fool can paint an academy picture, and any imbecile can shoot off a Kodak.

It ought to be illegal for an artist to marry. If the artist must marry let him find someone more interested in art, or his art, or the artist part of him, than in him. After which let them take tea together three times a week.

Science is unpoetic only to minds jaundiced with sentiment and romanticism . . . the great masters of the past boasted all they could of it and found it magical.

Allow me to say that I would long since have committed suicide had desisting made me a professor of Latin.

Rhythm is form cut into time.