Once a man has won a woman's love, the love is his forever. He can only lose the woman.

You're never too old. Unfortunately, you're always too young to know it.

A painting is what you make of it, besides which, 'Moon, Weeping' has a better ring to it than 'Paintbrush, Dripping.

Once a man has won a woman's love, the love is his forever. He can only lose the woman.

Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, said Browning, and so it has - extended by the length of an artist's brush.

Do I rue a life wasted doing crosswords? Yes, but I do know the three-letter-word for regret.

Either way, things are a lot better - either a lot better than they were or a lot better than they're going to be.