Being an art buyer these days is comprehensively and indisputably vulgar. It is the sport of the Eurotrashy, Hedge-fundy, Hamptonites; of trendy oligarchs and oiligarchs; and of art dealers with masturbatory levels of self-regard.

I have never cared enough about money to worry about spending it, and have been fortunate to make enough to be spoiled rotten.

I may not be much good at most things, but if I didnt have the pleasure of planning and installing shows, and doing it better than anyone else, I would have stopped buying art many years ago.

If you can't take a good kicking, you shouldn't parade how much luckier you are than other people.

Many people cycle or swim to keep trim. But if swimming is so good for the figure, how do you explain whales?

My aim in life isn't so much the pursuit of happiness as the happiness of pursuit.

By and large, talent is in such short supply that mediocrity can be taken for brilliance rather more than genius can go undiscovered.