The pale, cold light of the winter sunset did not beautify - it was like the light of truth itself.
A child's attitude toward everything is an artist's attitude.
The history of every country begins in the heart of a man or a woman.
What was any art but a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining elusive element which is life itself - life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose.
No one can build his security upon the nobleness of another person.
Henry Colbert, the miller, always breakfasted with his wife--beyond that he appeared irregularly at the family table.