Sometimes it's worth getting lost to see who will come looking for us.
You can think of a painter as a trio - the artist, his talent and his muse, the last two always on the lookout for a new brush man.
A watched child never learns.
Inner beauty, too, needs occasionally to be told it is beautiful.
It is a perversely human perception that animals in their native habitat are running wild.
Lovers needn't always agree, anymore than poetry need always rhyme.