They are accidents of yourself." "Philosopher! But you must know more about me.

I told you I was an artist.

But you have never inquired whether I was a great artist or a little one." "You are still a little artist," she said.

"I know that, without being told.

But perhaps you may become great when you learn to work seriously." "I have been lazy," he replied with something like a blush, "but that is all over now.