Perhaps it was better not to see pictures: they only made one hopelessly discontented with one's own work.

“I do not want to be admired. I want to give, to be given, and solitude in which…”

“Some people make bad bed. They just have to lie in it.”

“Now then is my chance to find out what is of great importance, and Imust be car…”

“It has the permanent quality of literature.”