Remember the story of the Spanish prisoner. For many years he was confined in a dungeon... One day it occurred to him to push the door of his cell. It was open; and it had never been locked.

It is with deep grief I watch the clattering down of the British Empire with all its glories and all the services it has rendered to mankind.

We see nothing but good and hope in a richer, freer, more contented European commonalty. But we have our own dreams and our own task. We are with Europe, but not of it. We are linked, but not comprised. We are interested and associated, but not absorbed.

Painting is a companion with whom one may walk a great part of life's journey.

Nature will not be admired by proxy.

Those whose work and pleasure are one... are... Fortune's favoured children.

If Europe were once united in the sharing of its common inheritance there would be no limit to the happiness, the prosperity, and the glory which its three or four million people would enjoy.