I personally always hated Pop art.

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

To go out in a gondola at night is to reconstruct in one's imagination the true Venice, the Venice of the past alive with romance, elopements, abductions, revenged passions, intrigues, adulteries, denouncements, unaccountable deaths, gambling, lute playing and singing.

[On amassing art for her collection:] My motto was 'Buy a picture a day' and I lived up to it.

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.

[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 took advice from none but the best. I listened, how I listened! That's how I finally became my own expert.