Art, It Seems To Me,

When Kindness Has Left People, Even For A Few Moments, We Become Afraid Of Them As If Their Reason Had Left Them. When It Has Left A Place Where We Have Always Found It, It Is Like Shipwreck; We Drop From Security Into Something Malevolent And Bottomless.

Money Is A Protection, A Cloak; It Can Buy One Quiet, And Some Sort Of Dignity.

Sometimes I Wonder Why God Ever Trusts Talent In The Hands Of Women, They Usually Make Such An Infernal Mess Of It. I Think He Must Do It As A Sort Of Ghastly Joke.

It Is Easy To Pity When Once One's Vanity Has Been Tickled.

To Note An Artist's Limitations Is But To Define His Talent.