But it is said of people like you--'do not cast your pearls before swine.'" The artist was silent, crushed by my angry and unrestrained speech.
Finally he sighed and said: "Forgive me, old man; I am talking nonsense, of course, but I am so unfortunate and so lonely.

Of course, my dear old man, it is all true about the divine spark and about beauty, but a polished boot is also beautiful.

I cannot, I cannot! Just think of it! How can a man have such moustaches as he has?
And yet he is complaining that the left moustache is shorter!" He laughed like a child, and, heaving a sigh, added: "I'll make another attempt.

I will paint the lady.

There is really something good in her.