Safety and certainty in oil lie in variety, and variety alone.

The painter wanders and loiters contentedly from place to place, always on the lookout for some brilliant butterfly of a picture which can be caught and carried safely home.

The press is easier to strangle than to look in the eyes.

We are masters of the unsaid words, but slaves of those we let slip out.

I'd prefer to be right than consistent.

And do not suppose that this is the end. This is only the beginning of the reckoning. This is only the first sip, the first foretaste of a bitter cup which will be proffered to us year by year unless by a supreme recovery of moral health and martial vigour, we arise again and take our stand for freedom as in the olden time.

I never worry about action, but only inaction.