There Are Two Things In

The Louvre Is The Book In Which We Learn To Read.

Time And Reflection... Modify, Little By Little, Our Vision, And At Last Comprehension Comes To Us.

Fruits ... Like Having Their Portrait Painted. They Seem To Sit There And Ask Your Forgiveness For Fading. Their Thought Is Given Off With Their Perfumes. They Come With All Their Scents, They Speak Of The Fields They Have Left, The Rain Which Has Nourished Them, The Daybreaks They Have Seen.

Studying The Model And Realizing It Is Sometimes Very Slow In Coming For The Artist.

I Am Not Altogether Displeased With The Shirt-front.