After that--" he shrugged.
"But--I'd _rather_ spend my time painting--if I could stand the diet." "Would you?
I don't know what I'd rather do.

I like almost everything.
It makes me paint better to talk to a pretty woman, for example.

To kiss her inspires a masterpiece." "Does it ?" said Neville, thoughtfully.
"Of course.

A week or two of motoring--riding, dancing, white flannel idleness--all these I adore.

And," tapping his carefully pinned lilac tie--"inside of me I know that every pleasant experience, every pleasure I offer myself, is going to make me a better painter!" "Experience," repeated the other.
"By all means and every means--experience in pleasure, in idleness, in love, in sorrow--but experience!--always experience, by hook or by crook, and at any cost.