There is a fault common to all singers. When they're among friends and are asked to sing they don't want to, and when they're not asked to sing they never stop.

A word once uttered can never be recalled.

Drawing is the true test of art.

The ear of the bridled horse is in the mouth.

Time will bring to light whatever is hidden it will cover up and conceal what is now shining in splendor.

How great, my friends, is the virtue of living upon a little!

He that has given today may, if he so please, take away tomorrow.