Treasures Are No Longer To Be Got

My Imagination Can Picture No Fairer Happiness Than To Continue Living For Art.

How Often Have I Actually Discovered In Myself That Enthusiasm Raises The Artist Above Himself, How In An Ordinary Mood One Would Not Have Been Able To Accomplish Many Of The Things For Which Enthusiasm Lends One Everything, Energy, Fire.

I Cannot Be So Bad When Everybody Is So Fond Of Me.

You Appear In The Novelletten In Every Possible Circumstance, In Every Irresistible Form... They Could Only Be Written By One Who Knows Such Eyes As Yours And Has Touched Such Lips As Yours.

Is An Artist Much More Than A Beggar?