My Hand Seemed Arrested By A Silent

We Are All Functioning At A Small Fraction Of Our Capacity.

The Future Is Unknowable, But The Past Should Give Us Hope.

Like A Sea-beast Fished Up From The Depths, Or A Diver Too Suddenly Hoisted, My Veins Threatened To Burst From The Fall In Pressure. I Had Great Anxiety And No Means Of Relieving It ... And Then It Was That The Muse Of Painting Came To My Rescue - Out Of Charity And Out Of Chivalry ... - And Said, "are These Toys Any Good To You? They Amuse Some People."

They Have Done What They Like. Their Difficulty Is To Like What They Have Done.

"i Have Not Made Any Arrogant, Confident, Boasting Predictions At All. On The Contrary, I Have Stuck Hard To My "blood, Toil, Tears And Sweat," To Which I Have Added Muddle And Mismanagement, And That, To Some Extend I Must Admit, Is What You Have Got Out Of It."