These days man knows the price of everything, but the value of nothing.

He to whom the present is the only thing that is present, knows nothing of the age in which he lives.

He is never more present in my work than when no image of him is there.

...but more often he would be alone, feeling through a certain quick instinct, which was almost a divination, that the secrets of art are best learned in secret, and that Beauty, like Wisdom, loves the lonely worshipper.

I can now recreate life in a way that was hidden from me, before.'A dream of form in days of thought:

I asked the question for the best reason possible, for the only reason, indeed, that excuses anyone for asking any question - simple curiosity.