Gertrude’s remedy for her mood swings was to print up hundreds of black-bordered calling cards embossed with the single word “Woe, ” which she handed out gaily declaring, “Woe is me.

It might be said of Miss [Djuna] Barnes, ” [T.S. Eliot] wrote, “who is incontestably one of the most original writers of our time, that never has so much genius been combined with so little talent.

There is only one thing left for you to do, ” John Sloan advised one artist. “Pull off your socks and try with your feet.

[I]t was [Barnett] Newman who made the famously wry remark, “Aesthetics is for the artist as ornithology is for the birds,

As George Russell defined a literary movement: “Five or six men who live in the same town and hate each other.

People believe in everything, except the reality.

Is Life itself a dream, I wonder?

All work is a means to express your awesome talent. Beat your fears and produce gorgeous value for other human beings.

I think the whole experience of being a human being on the planet is such a mystery, to be honest. Trying to figure out one's purpose and [asking] "What is it all about?"

Death is what makes life fun.

For my money, insecurity, depression, etc, can be healed by way of El Morocco, sad songs at 4am, and the pop of a champagne cork

Rules are not necessarily sacred, principles are.

This is unfortunately a world in which things find it difficult, frequently impossible, to live up to their names.

I went through a lot of battles in high school.

Lives based on having are less free than lives based either on doing or being.