Moralists have no place in an art gallery.

No single crisis shapes a generation; but a succession of events, each one bringing its shaping blows to bear.

Truth, like surgery, may hurt, but it cures.

Love from one being to another can only be that two solitudes come nearer, recognize and protect and comfort each other.

I really can't hate more than 5 or 10 years. Wouldn't it be terrible to be always burdened with those primary emotions you had at one time?

Strange are the ways of history, where no single thing abides, but all things flow into each other, fragment to fragment clinging.

We are all products of our time, vulnerable to history.