[On Venice:] Every hour of the day is a miracle of light. In summer with daybreak the rising sun produces such a tender magic on the water that it nearly breaks one's heart.
Peggy GuggenheimPeace was the one thing that Max (Ernst) needed in order to paint, and love was the one thing I needed in order to live. As neither of us gave the other what he most desired, our union was doomed to failure.
Peggy GuggenheimI was much more interested in literature than I was in art. I just got into art by mistake.
Peggy Guggenheim