THE ARTIST is the lover of Nature, therefore he is her slave and her master.

NONE NEEDS BE thrust aside to make room for you.
When love prepares your seat she prepares it for all.
Where the earthly King appears, guards keep out the crowd, but when you come, my King, the whole world comes in your wake.

THERE ARE tracts in my life that are bare and silent. They are the open spaces where my busy days had their light and air.