In the history of art there are periods when bread seems so beautiful that it nearly gets into museums.

Isadore [Duncan], who had an un-American genius for art, for organizing love, maternity, politics and pedagogy on a great personal scale, had also an un-American genius for grandeur.

In the history of art there are periods when bread seems so beautiful that it nearly gets into museums.

[Charles de Gaulle] has been abysmally careless, like a man running a bus over mountains, who forgot to equip it with good brakes.

The German passion for bureaucracy -- for written and signal forms . . . to move about, to work, to exist -- is like a steel pin pinning each French individual to a sheet of paper, the way an entomologist pins each specimen insect . . .

I act as a sponge. I soak it up and squeeze it out in ink every two weeks.

Genius is a talent only for living, those who possess it have little gift for dying.