You look like Napoleon--that man always interested me.

That is why I asked you to come and see me.

I have heard you sing, and you are a great artist--an additional reason.

All artists should be brothers.

Do you not think so ?" "Indeed, I know very few good ones," said Nino simply; "and even among them I would like to choose before claiming relationship--personally.
But Art is a great mother, and we are all her children." "More especially we who began life so poorly, and love Art because she loves us." Benoni seated himself on the arm of one of the old chairs, and looked down across the worm-eaten table at the young singer.