Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up.

Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up.

What can innocence hope for,
When such as sit her judges are corrupted!

What can innocence hope for,
When such as sit her judges are corrupted!

O, white innocence,
That thou shouldst wear the mask of guilt to hide
Thine awful and serenest read more

O, white innocence,
That thou shouldst wear the mask of guilt to hide
Thine awful and serenest countenance
From those who know thee not!

But thus: if powers divine
Behold our human actions, as they do,
I doubt not then but read more

But thus: if powers divine
Behold our human actions, as they do,
I doubt not then but innocence shall make
False accusation blush and tyranny
Tremble at patience.

We were as twinned lambs that did frisk i' th' sun,
And bleat the one at th' other. What read more

We were as twinned lambs that did frisk i' th' sun,
And bleat the one at th' other. What we changed
Was innocence for innocence; we knew not
The doctrine of ill-doing, nor dreamed
That any did.

It is well for the heart to be naive and the mind not to be.

It is well for the heart to be naive and the mind not to be.

No, it is not only our fate but our business to lose innocence, and once we have lost that, it read more

No, it is not only our fate but our business to lose innocence, and once we have lost that, it is futile to attempt a picnic in Eden.

When my daughter was about seven years old, she asked me one day what I did at work. I told read more

When my daughter was about seven years old, she asked me one day what I did at work. I told her I worked at the college - that my job was to teach people how to draw. She stared at me, incredulous, and said, "You mean they forget?"

We become innocent when we are unfortunate.
[Fr., On devient innocent quand on est malheureux.]

We become innocent when we are unfortunate.
[Fr., On devient innocent quand on est malheureux.]