It Is The Language Of Nature To

There Is But One Paris And However Hard Living May Be Here, And If It Became Worse And Harder Even—the French Air Clears Up The Brain And Does Good—a World Of Good.

The Great Artist Is The Simplifier.

I Always Dream A Painting Like That, With A Group Of Lively Figures Of The Pals.

The Diseases That We Civilized People Labor Under Most Are Melancholy And Pessimism.

I Often Think That The Night Is More Alive And More Richly Colored Than The Day.