My first few weeks in America are always miserable, because the tastes I am cursed with are all of a kind that cannot be gratified here, and I am not enough in sympathy with our gross public to make up for the lack on the aesthetic side. One's friends are delightful; but we are none of us Americans, we don't think or feel as the Americans do, we are the wretched exotics produced in a European glass-house, the most displaced and useless class on earth!

It is so easy for a woman to become what the man she loves believes her to be

Her vivid smile was like a light held up to dazzle me.

One of the first obligations of art is to make all useful things beautiful.

There is one friend in the life of each of us who seems not a separate person, however dear and beloved, but an expansion, an interpretation, of one's self, the very meaning of one's soul.

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

To be able to look life in the face: that's worth living in a garret for, isn't it?