The prettiest dresses are worn to be taken off.
An artist cannot speak about his art any more than a plant can discuss horticulture.
There are too many souls of wood not to love those wooden characters who do indeed have a soul.
Commissions suit me. They set limits. Jean Marais dared me to write play in which he would not speak in the first act, would weep for joy in the second and in the last would fall backward down a flight of stairs.
Beauty cannot be recognized with a cursory glance.
A picture is not a window...an abstract refers to no reality but its own.