The moment that an artist takes notice of what other people want, and tries to supply the demand, he ceases to be an artist.

I would not a bit mind sleeping in the cool grass in summer, and when winter came on sheltering myself by the warm close-thatched rick, or under the penthouse of a great barn, provided I had love in my heart.

Let me be surrounded by luxury, I can do without the necessities!

Any place that we love becomes our world.

I never put off till tomorrow what I can do the day after.

Bad artists always admire each others work.

A gentleman never offends unintentionally