My mother always seemed to me like a fairy princess: a radiant being possessed of limitless riches and power. She shone for me like the evening star. I loved her dearly.

I may be drunk, Miss, but in the morning I will be sober and you will still be ugly.

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.

At one side of the palette there is white, at the other black; and neither is ever used neat.

[There are dangers in] the disposition to hunt down rich men as if they were noxious beasts.

If Britain must choose between Europe and the open sea, she must always choose the open sea.

When the eagles are silent, the parrots begin to jabber.