I only ask to be free, the butterflies are free. - Charles Dickens

It is only half an hour’–’It is only an afternoon’–’It is only an evening,’ people say to me over and over again; but they don’t know that it is impossible to command one’s self sometimes to any stipulated and set disposal of five minutes–or that the mere consciousness of an engagement will sometime worry a whole day… Who ever is devoted to an art must be content to deliver himself wholly up to it, and to find his recompense in it. I am grieved if you suspect me of not wanting to see you, but I can’t help it; I must go in my way whether or no.

Spring is the time of the year when it is summer in the sun and winter in the shade

My dear if you could give me a cup of tea to clear my muddle of a head I should better understand your affairs.