Yet in every stand he had taken, there had been thought, logic and reasoning, wrongly premised, but always based on principles.

On paper he was generally right; in practice, generally wrong.

His buoyant devotion to an idea was an inspiration and a tonic.
The curious thing was that, while still this political matter was hanging fire, he painted with elation.
His mother knew he did not see the thousand little things which made public life so wearying; that he only realized the big elements of national policy.

She understood how those big things would inspire the artist in him.

For, after all, there was the spirit of Art in framing a great policy which would benefit millions in the present and countless millions in the future.