To note an artist's limitations is but to define his talent.
We all like people who do things, even if we only see their faces on cigar-box lids.
When we look back, the only things we cherish are those which in some way met our original want; the desire which formed in us in early youth, undirected, and of its own accord.
How terrible it was to love people when you could not really share their lives!
Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen.
It takes a great deal of experience to become natural.