The explanation is quite simple. I wished to be near my mother.

The world is divided into two classes - invalids and nurses.

Work alone will efface the footsteps of work.

Nature is usually wrong.

I am not arguing with you - I am telling you.

We look at a painting to know the painter; it's his company we are after, not his skill.

The work of a master reeks not of the sweat of the brow - suggests no effort - and is finished from its beginning.