Poor, dear, silly Spring, preparing her annual surprise!
The genuine artist is never 'true to life.' He sees what is real, but not as we are normally aware of it. We do not go storming through life like actors in a play. Art is never real life.
The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself.
I certainly do not exist from nine to six, when I am at the office.
Our bloom is gone. We are the fruit thereof.
Imagination...is the irrepressible revolutionist.