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

Venice is not only a city of fantasy and freedom. It is also a city of joy and pleasure.

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

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.

[When asked how many husbands she had had:] My own, or other people's?

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

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.