There Is No Magic Method Of Beginning...

To The Artist Is Sometimes Granted A Sudden, Transient Insight Which Serves In This Matter For Experience. A Flash, And Where Previously The Brain Held A Dead Fact, The Soul Grasps A Living Truth! At Moments We Are All Artists.

If You've Ever Really Been Poor, You Remain Poor At Heart All Your Life.

Every Scene, Even The Commonest, Is Wonderful, If Only One Can Detach Oneself, Casting Off All Memory Of Use And Custom, And Behold It (as It Were) For The First Time; In Its Right, Authentic Colors; Without Making Comparisons. Cherish And Burnish This Faculty Of Seeing Crudely, Simply, Artlessly, Ignorantly; Of Seeing Like A Baby Or A Lunatic, Who Lives Each Moment By Itself And Tarnishes By The Present No Remembrance Of The Past.

Any Change, Even A Change For The Better, Is Always Accompanied By Drawbacks And Discomforts.

Mother Is Far Too Clever To Understand Anything She Does Not Like.