I'd Like To Write The Way I

A Nude By Degas Is Chaste. But His Women Wash In Tubs!

And Here In My Isolation I Can Grow Stronger. Poetry Seems To Come Of Itself, Without Effort, And I Need Only Let Myself Dream A Little While Painting To Suggest It.

The Critics Can Say Stupid Things And We Can Enjoy Them, If We Have The Legitimate Feeling Of Superiority - The Satisfaction Of A Duty Accomplished.

Perhaps I Have No Talent, But All Vanity Aside - I Do Not Believe That Anyone Makes An Artistic Attempt, No Matter How Small, Without Having A Little - Or There Are Many Fools.

Today One Can Dare Anything, And, Furthermore, Nobody Is Surprised.