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

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.

Peace 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.

I personally always hated Pop art.

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.

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

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