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

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.

Proust has been dead since 1922, yet the annual appearance of his posthumous works has left him, to the reader, alive. Now there is nothing left to publish. Five years after his interment, Proust seems dead for the first time.

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

... people who don't want something are less likely to get it than people who do want something.

Women have invented nothing in all that, except the men who were born as male babies and grew up to be men big enough to be killed fighting.

I'm fond of anything that comes from the sea, and that includes sailors.