But Time is a great traitor who teaches us to accept loss..

And how to paint your lovely hands, fluttering over the silks like two dark birds?.

Reading has always been in the chief joy, a never-ending topic of conversation, and often a lifesaver, in my family..

Now I had lived long enough and had heard enough from urchins my age and from other slaves, to distrust the person who calls himself merciful, or jus….

Art should be truth; and truth, unadorned, unsentimentalized, is beauty..

The eye is complicated. It mixes the colors [it sees] for you ... The painter must unmix them and lay them on again shade by shade, and then the eye ….

I was like many another who starts an intrigue timidly. Once into it, I had to go on, and therefore I had to harden my sensibilities..