The lamps are burning and the starry sky is over it all.
If one hasn't a horse, one is one's own horse.
I am no friend of present-day Christianity, though its Founder was sublime.
My sketchbook is a witness of what I am experiencing, scribbling things whenever they happen.
One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul, and yet no one ever comes to sit by it.
No blue without yellow and without orange, and if you do blue, then do yellow and orange as well, surely.