A shilling life will give you all the facts.

Detective stories have nothing to do with works of art.

To me Art's subject is the human clay, / And landscape but a background to a torso; / All Cezanne's apples I would give away / For one small Goya or a Daumier.

All wishes, whatever their apparent content, have the same and unvarying meaning: "I refuse to be what I am."

Evil is unspectacular and always human, and shares our bed and eats at our own table.

I said earlier that I do not believe an artist's life throws much light upon his works. I do believe, however, that, more often than most people realize, his works may throw light upon his life. An artist with certain imaginative ideas in his head may then involve himself in relationships which are congenial to them.

See without looking, hear without listening, breathe without asking.