Take my advice and continue your present activity without bothering yourself by any sentimental thoughts of your palette and brushes.

The mere vulgar tools of your craft are of minor importance to one of your genius and opportunity." Then, in a half embarrassed manner, Aaron King made his announcement.
"That may all be," he said, "but just the same, I am going to work." "I knew it"-- returned the other, in mocking triumph--"I knew it the moment you came up the steps there.

I could tell it by your walk; by the air with which you carried yourself; by your manner, your voice, your laugh--you fairly reek of prosperity and achievement--you are going to paint her portrait." "And why not ?" retorted the young man, rather sharply, a trifle nettled by the other's tone.
"Why not, indeed!" murmured the novelist.

"Indeed, yes--by all means! It is so exactly the right thing to do that it is startling.

You scale the heights of fame with such confident certainty in every move that it is positively uncanny to watch you." "If one's work is true, I fail to see why one should not take advantage of any influence that can contribute to his success," said the painter.