Most of our modern portrait painters are doomed to absolute oblivion. They never paint what they see. They paint what the public sees, and the public never sees anything.

A mask tells us more than a face.

Actions are the first tragedy in life, words are the second. Words are perhaps the worst. Words are merciless. . .

What the hell is an oboe?

Like dear St. Francis of Assisi I am wedded to Poverty: but in my case the marriage is not a success.

I must remember that a good friend is a new world.

I refuse to have a battle of wits with an unarmed man.