The Fatal Futility Of Fact.

Art Is A Point Of View, And A Genius Way Of Looking At Things.

Of Course You're Always At Liberty To Judge The Critic. Judge People As Critics, However, And You'll Condemn Them All!

My Sole Wish Is To Frustrate As Utterly As Possible The Post-mortem Exploiter.

I Know Of No Substitute Whatever For The Force And Beauty Of An Artistic Process.

It Is Difficult To Speak Adequately Or Justly Of London. It Is Not A Pleasant Place; It Is Not Agreeable, Or Cheerful, Or Easy, Or Exempt From Reproach. It Is Only Magnificent.