We'd make love. Afterwards he would take photographs of me. (On modeling for Alfred Stieglitz)

It's not enough to be nice in life. You've got to have nerve.

Happiness goes like the wind, but what is interesting stays.

Fill a space in a beautiful way.

I get out my work and have a show for myself before I have it publicly. I make up my own mind about it-how good or bad or indifferent it is. After that, the critics can write what they please. I have already settled it for myself so flattery and criticism go down the same drain and I am quite free.

I decided to accept as true my own thinking.

Objective painting is not good painting unless it is good in the abstract sense.