We walked up a narrow Spanish-looking street and there was a little shoe-store and on it the sign 'Saint-Gaudens.'
For the first few weeks in Paris Saint-Gaudens was miserable.
But great and true artists have yielded, occasionally or habitually, to these other two; Saint-Gaudens never does.
The merits of Saint-Gaudens's work were fully recognized in his lifetime.
Saint-Gaudens used to reply at great length, but his letters were destroyed, according to directions left in his friend's will.
Saint-Gaudens afterward said that on the night of that arrival in Rome he felt as if he were slaking a great thirst.
Something of this imaginative quality there is in almost everything Saint-Gaudens touched, even in his purely decorative figures.
Saint-Gaudens, however, could never be happy long away from his work, and he was soon writing from his studio again.
Saint-Gaudens had always admired his work greatly, and treasured photographs of his pictures.
Saint-Gaudens himself feared that he might be making a serious mistake.