[History is] that terrible mill in which sawdust rejoins sawdust.

The trouble with most Englishwomen is that they will dress as if they had been a mouse in a previous incarnation... they do not want to attract attention.

Picasso was a delightful, kindly, friendly, simple little man. When I met him he was extremely excited and overjoyed that his mother-in-law had just died, and he was looking forward to the funeral.

All great art contains an element of the irrational.

My poems are hymns of praise to the glory of life.

By the time I was eleven years old, I had been taught that nature, far from abhorring a Vacuum, positively adores it.

One's own surroundings means so much to one, when one is feeling miserable.