Classic art was the art of necessity: modern romantic art bears the stamp of caprice and chance.

It is art that makes life, makes interest, makes importance and I know of no substitute whatever for the force and beauty of its process.

Simply because we were licked a hundred years before we started is no reason for us not to try to win.

Central heating, French rubber goods, and cookbooks are three amazing proofs of man's ingenuity in transforming necessity into art, and of these, cookbooks are perhaps most lastingly delightful.

I honestly don't remember not being involved in art. It's been a necessity. It's my way of expressing myself. It's something I love to do.

Chance and necessity do not explain the origins of life.