It is only in appearance that time is a river. It is rather a vast landscape and it is the eye of the beholder that moves.

One of the dangers of the American artist is that he finds himself almost exclusively thrown in with persons more or less in the arts. He lives among them, eat…

Those who are silent, self-effacing and attentive become the recipients of confidences.

I am convinced that, except in a few extraordinary cases, one form or another of an unhappy childhood is essential to the formation of exceptional gifts.