We all have our little illusions about our own mental abilities.

Women keep a special corner of their hearts for sins they have never committed.

mosquitoes were using my ankles as filling stations.

We all have our little illusions about our own mental abilities.

All I have learned about horses is that they are beautiful overrated creatures and are all born quite insane.

It is disturbing to discover in oneself these curious revelations of the validity of the Darwinian theory. If it is true that we have sprung from the ape, there are occasions when my own spring appears not to have been very far.

Public opinion which, to be sure, can at times be helpful, must never for an instant swerve us from what we know in our heart we are trying to convey. For honesty is the great requisite of art. If we remain honest with ourselves, art, which is always there, never lets us down.