The greater the artist, the greater the doubt; perfect confidence is granted to the less talented as a consolation prize.

What strip mining is to nature the art market has become to culture.

It was the basilica of gossip, the Vatican of inside dope.

Art grows out of modes of perception that make you feel and think...that hooks on to something deep-running in our natures.

Landscape is to American painting what sex and psychoanalysis are to the American novel.

A determined soul will do more with a rusty monkey wrench than a loafer will accomplish with all the tools in a machine shop.

We have entered a period of intolerance which combines, as it sometimes does in America, with a sugary taste for euphemism.