When it comes to life the critical thing is whether you take things for granted or take them with gratitude.

The only words that ever satisfied me as describing nature are the terms used in fairy books, charm, spell, enchantment; they express the arbitrariness of the fact and its mystery.

A fairly clear line separated advertisement from art. ... The first effect of the triumph of the capitalist (if we allow him to triumph) will be that that line of demarcation will entirely disappear. There will be no art that might not just as well be advertisement.

I would never commit the positively anti-social action of robbing a bank, or worse still, working in one.

The pure modernist is merely a snob; he cannot bear to be a month behind the fashion.

The man who throws a bomb is an artist, because he prefers a great moment to everything.

It was not the house that grew dull, but I that grew dull in it. My wife was better than all women, and yet I could not feel it.