With An Apple I Will

I Am Progressing Very Slowly, For Nature Reveals Herself To Me In Very Complex Forms; And The Progress Needed Is Incessant.

My Nervous System Is Enfeebled, Only Work In Oils Can Sustain Me.

I Am Not Altogether Displeased With The Shirt-front.

People Think How A Sugar Basin Has No Physiognomy, No Soul. But It Changes Every Day.

Shadow Is A Colour As Light Is, But Less Brilliant; Light And Shadow Are Only The Relation Of Two Tones.