Landscape is to American painting what sex and psychoanalysis are to the American novel.

All real works of art look as though they were done in joy.

It leaves you with a kind of empty feeling,

I have never been against new art as such; some of it is good, much is crap, most is somewhere in between.

[It] was a secular cathedral, dedicated to the rites of travel.

Transportation made sublimation literal. It conveyed evil to another world.