The desire for symmetry, for balance, for rhythm in form as well as in sound, is one of the most inveterate of human instincts.

Until the raw ingredients of a pudding make a pudding, I shall never believe that the raw material of sensation and thought can make a work of art without the cook's intervening.

And you'll sit beside me, and we'll look, not at visions, but at realities.

Silence may be as variously shaded as speech.

Nothing is more perplexing to a man than the mental process of a woman who reasons her emotions.

Another unsettling element in modern art is that common symptom of immaturity, the dread of doing what has been done before.

Don't you ever mind," she asked suddenly, "not being rich enough to buy all the books you want?