Conventional nudes based on classical originals could bear no burden of thought or inner life without losing their formal completeness.

We can destroy ourselves by cynicism and disillusion, just as effectively as by bombs.

All color is no color.

I just don't think the moon is going to be an adequate substitute for the fact that we haven't addressed ourselves to clearing up the slums.

The nude does not simply represent the body, but relates it, by analogy, to all structures that have become part of our imaginative experience.

One musn't overrate the culture of what used to be called "top people" before the wars. They had charming manners, but they were as ignorant as swans.

A visual experience is vitalizing. Whereas to write great poetry, to draw continuously on one's inner life, is not merely exhausting, it is to keep alight a consuming fire.