Art Is Vice. You Don't Marry It

And Even This Heart Of Mine Has Something Artificial. The Dancers Have Sewn It Into A Bag Of Pink Satin, Pink Satin Slightly Faded, Like Their Dancing Shoes.

Do Portraits Of People In Familiar And Typical Attitudes, Above All Give To Their Face The Same Choice Of Expression That One Gives To Their Body.

The Secret Is To Follow The Advice The Masters Give You In Their Works While Doing Something Different From Them.

Truth Is Never Ugly When One Can Find In It What One Needs.

These Women Of Mine Are Decent, Simple Human Beings Who Have No Other Concern Than That Of Their Physical Condition... It Is As Though One Were Watching Through A Keyhole.