I long for the solitude of a sunset at sea, and the chill of the breeze coming in with the eve. For the motion of my boat, as she swings on her rode, and the beauty of the stars, in the evenings last glow. – R.C. Gibbons
What matters poverty? What matters anything to him who is enamoured of our art? Does he not carry in himself every joy and every beauty? – Sarah Bernhardt