We lovd, and we lovd as long as we could Til our love was lovd out in us both; But our marriage is dead, when the pleasure has fled: Twas pleasure that made it an oath. – John Dryden
To put down an ideogram of a table so that people will recognize it as a table is not the work of a painter, but to sense it for a moment as a magic carpet with a leg hanging down at each corner is the beginning of a painters imagination. – Frank Auerbach
