Your little carving represents some mental facts as they really are, therefore fifty different true stories might be read from it.

What your work wants is not truth, but beauty of external form, the other half of art." He leaned almost gently toward the boy.

"Skill may come in time, but you will have to work hard.

The love of beauty and the desire for it must be born in a man; the skill to reproduce it he must make.

He must work hard." "All my life I have longed to see you," the boy said.
The stranger broke off the end of his cigar, and lit it.