“Who hath seen the Phantom Ship,Her lordly rise and lowly dip,Careering o'er the lonesome main,No port shall know her keel again...Ah, woe is in the awful sight,The sailor finds there eternal night,'Neath the waters he shall ever sleep,And Ocean will the secret keep”

“The artist should fear to become the slave of detail. He should strive to express his thought and not the surface of it. What avails a storm cloud accurate in form and color if the storm is not therein?”

“Imitation is not inspiration, and inspiration only can give birth to a work of art. The least of man's original emanation is better than the best of borrowed thought.”

“Arf. Arf.”

“He had experienced the fear of failure, which is frequently mistaken for failure. He made his resolve and he proceeded to work again. He forgot, in the interest of his work, that he might possibly fail.”

“Who, cher monsieur, will sleep on the floor for us? Whether I am capable of it myself? Look, I'd like to be and I shall be. Yes, we shall all be capable of it one day, and that will be salvation.”

“How shall I ever sleep again knowing she is out there in the night? How shall I ever keep another thought in my head when she is all I care to think about?”