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.

She died with a knife in her hand in her kitchen, where she had cooked for fifty years, and the death was solemnly listed in the newspaper as that of an artist.

The stench of human wreckage in which the Nazi regime finally sank down to defeat has been the most shocking fact of modern times.

She had storms all her life, but she died peacefully.

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

[On World War II:] The war, which destroyed so much of everything, was also constructive, in a way. It established clearly the cold, and finally unhypocritical fact that the most important thing on earth to men today is money.

Genius is immediate, but talent takes time.