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.

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

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.

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.

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

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