I thought it would be nice to marry Virgil [Thomson] to have a musical background, but I never got far with the project.

[On John Tunnard:] One day a marvelous man in a highly elaborate tweed coat walked into the gallery. He looked a little like Groucho Marx. He was as animated as a jazz-band leader, which he turned out to be. He showed us his gouaches, which were as musical as Kandinsky's, as delicate as Klee's, and as gay as Miró's.

I was much more interested in literature than I was in art. I just got into art by mistake.

Having plenty of time and all the museum's funds at my disposal, I put myself on a regime to buy one picture a day.

If anything can rival Venice in its beauty, it must be its reflection at sunset in the Grand Canal.

I don't collect anymore. Everything is so terribly expensive. I don't see anything I like anyhow.

My mother's one idea was to sacrifice her life to her children and she had done nothing else since the death of my father. We wished that she had married again instead.