Let the children have their night of fun and laughter, let the gifts of Father Christmas delight their play. Let us grown-ups share to the full in their unstinted pleasures.

We shall draw from the heart of suffering itself the means of inspiration and survival.

Painting is the same kind of problem as unfolding a long, sustained interlocked argument... It is a proposition commanded by a single unity of conception.

A single glass of champagne imparts a feeling of exhilaration. The nerves are braced; the imagination is stirred, the wits become more nimble.

To be conservative at 20 is heartless and to be a liberal at 60 is plain idiocy.

...Have the stresses of war been as bad to you personally as carrying through the policy of Collective Farms?

No more let us alter or falter or palter. From Malta to Yalta, and Yalta to Malta.