One Changes From Day To

Art Belongs To All Times And To All Countries; Its Special Benefit Is Precisely To Be Still Living When Everything Else Seems Dying; That Is Why Providence Shields It From Too Personal Or Too General Passions, And Grants It A Patient And Persevering Organization, Durable Sensibility, And The Contemplative Sense In Which Lies Invincible Faith.

Women Love Always: When Earth Slips From Them, They Take Refuge In Heaven.

... Everyone's Free To Embark On Either A Great Clipper Or A Little Fishing Boat. An Artist Is An Explorer Who Oughtn't To Shrink From Anything: It Doesn't Matter Whether He Goes To The Left Or The Right -- His Goal Sanctifies All.

One Is Happy As A Result Of One's Own Efforts, Once One Knows Of The Necessary Ingredients Of Happiness-simple Tastes, A Certain Degree Of Courage, Self-denial To A Point, Love Of Work, And, Above All, A Clear Conscience. Happiness Is No Vague Dream, Of That I Now Feel Certain.

Lying, Like License, Has Its Degrees.