An Artist Carries On Throughout His Life

One Does Not Grow Old Until He Believes He Has More To Look Back On Than He Has To Look Forward To.

Inspiration Comes Unawares, From Unaccountable Sources That Have Nothing To Do With Planning Or Intelligence. Let It Cool Ever So Slightly, And You Are Left, Pen Or Brush In Hand, With No Inspiration At All. Gifted People Need Not, Therefore, Make A Song And Dance About Being Or Supposing Themselves Superior. They Simply Happened To Be Born With That Fortunate, Subconscious Equipment Of Theirs, And The Mystery Exists Independently Of Intelligence Or Ambition.

It Is Always The Same: Women Bedeck Themselves With Jewels And Furs, And Men With Wit And Quotations.

The Crime Of Loving Is Forgetting.

A Comfortable Old Age Is The Reward Of A Well-spent Youth. Instead Of Its Bringing Sad And Melancholy Prospects Of Decay, It Would Give Us Hopes Of Eternal Youth In A Better World.