American art, like the American language and American education, was as far as possible sexless.

History is a tangled skein that one may take up at any point, and break when one has unravelled enough.

There is no such thing as an underestimate of average intelligence.

If one shed tears, they must be shed on one's pillow.

The woman who is known only through a man is known wrong.

Chaos was the law of nature; Order was the dream of man.

Artists... disappeared long ago as social forces. So did the church.