Clothes are but a symbol of something hid deep beneath.

One should aim, seriously, at disregarding ups and downs; a compliment here, silence there ... the central fact remains stable, which is the fact of my own pleasure in the art.

It is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes comes to the top.

With her foot on the threshold she waited a moment longer in a scene which was vanishing even as she looked, and then, as she moved and took Minta's arm and left the room, it changed, it shaped itself differently; it had become, she knew, giving one last look at it over her shoulder, already the past.

On the outskirts of every agony sits some observant fellow who points.

if newspapers were written by people whose sole object in writing was to tell the truth about politics and the truth about art we should not believe in war, and we should believe in art.

Yes, she thought, laying down her brush in extreme fatigues, I have had my vision.