By 3000 B.C. the art of Egypt was so ripe and so far advanced that it is surprising to find any student of early culture proposing that the crude contemporary art of the early Babylonians is the product of a civilization earlier than that of the Nile.
A cat pours his body on the floor like water. It is restful just to see him.
I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’
When everything else physical and mental seems to diminish, the appreciation of beauty is on the increase.
Think where man’s glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.
A realist, in Venice, would become a romantic by mere faithfulness to what he saw before him.
To be born woman is to know – although they do not speak of it at school – women must labor to be beautiful.
The New York playgoer is a child of nature, and he has an honest and wholesome regard of whatever is atrocious in art.
The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.
A line will take us hours maybe; Yet if it does not seem a moment’s thought, our stitching and unstitching has been naught.