The rare few, who, early in life have rid themselves of the friendship of the many.
If silicon had been a gas I should have been a major-general.
Work alone will efface the footsteps of work.
For art and joy go together, with bold openness, and high head, and ready hand - fearing naught and dreading no exposure.
I maintain that two and two would continue to make four, in spite of the whine of the amateur for three, or the cry of the critic for five.
The work of a master reeks not of the sweat of the brow - suggests no effort - and is finished from its beginning.