My mother was dead for five years before I knew that I had loved her very much.

It's a sad day when you find out that it's not accident or time or fortune, but just yourself that kept things from you.

Don't you think people often say other people are tough when they do not know how to cheat them?

Lonely. I always thought loneliness meant alone, without people. It means something else.

People always sound so proud when they announce they know nothing of music.

How often the rich like to play at being poor. A rather nasty game, I've always thought.

Old paint on canvas, as it ages, sometimes becomes transparent. When that happens it is possible, in some pictures, to see the original lines: a tree will show through a woman's dress, a child makes way for a dog, a large boat is no longer on an open sea. That is called pentimento because the painter 'repented', changed his mind. Perhaps it would be as well to say that the old conception, replaced by a later choice, is a way of seeing and then seeing again.