Don't get it right, just get it written.
All men kill the thing they hate, too, unless, of course, it kills them first.
Last night I dreamed of a small consolation enjoyed only by the blind: Nobody knows the trouble I've not seen!
I drew pictures rapidly and with few lines, because I had to write most of the pieces, too, and couldn't monkey long with the drawings. The divine urge was no higher than that.
Beautiful things don't ask for attention.
The whole of Paris is a vast university of Art, Literature and Music... it is worth anyone's while to dally here for years. Paris is a seminar, a post-graduate course in everything.