In time of war all countries behave equally badly, because the power of action is handed over to stupid and obstinate men.

Only the bad artists of the nineteenth century were frightened by the invention of photography; the good ones all welcomed it and used it.

The illustrator is essentially a reporter: his subjects come from the outside, lit by a flash. A subject comes to the classical artist from inside, and when he discovers confirmation of it in the outside world he feels that it has been there all the time.

The difference between what we see and a sheet of white paper with a few thin lines on it is very great. Yet this abstraction is one which we seem to have adopted almost instinctively at an early stage in our development, not only in Neolithic graffiti but in early Egyptian drawings. And in spite of its abstract character, the outline is responsive to the least tremor of sensibility.

I believe in courtesy, the ritual by which we avoid hurting other people's feelings by satisfying our own egos.

All color is no color.

To hurry through the rise and fall of a fine, full sentence is like defying the role of time in human life.