To have been torn from the study would have been as death; my time was entirely occupied with art.

The worse my drawings were, the more beautiful did the originals appear.

If only the bird with the loveliest song sang, the forest would be a lonely place.

There is but one kind of love; God is love, and all his creatures derive theirs from his; only it is modified by the different degrees of intelligence in different beings and creatures.

I discover that my friends think only of my apparel, and those upon whom I have conferred acts of kindness prefer to remind me of my errors.

In my deepest troubles, I frequently would wrench myself from the persons around me and retire to some secluded part of our noble forests.

During all these years there existed within me a tendency to follow Nature in her walks.