You can't paint what isn't in you; and there's nothing in you except what you get out of life." She laid her soft cheek against his.
"Get a little real love out of life, Louis; a little _real_ love.

Then surely, surely your canvases can not disguise that you know what life means to us all.

Love nobly; and the world will not doubt that love is noble; love mercifully; and the world will understand mercy.

For I believe that what you are must show in your work, dear.
"Until now the world has seen in your work only the cold splendour, or dreamy glamour, or the untroubled sweetness and brilliancy of passionless romance.

I love your work.