I like to have strong opinions with nothing to back them up with besides my primal sincerity. I like sincerity. I lack sincerity.
Few people are capable of expressing with equanimity opinions which differ from the prejudices of their social environment. Most people are even incapable of forming such opinions.
What is going on in the Un-American Activities Committee worries me primarily because little people have become frightened and we find ourselves living in the atmosphere of a police state, where people close doors before they state what they think or look over their shoulders apprehensively before they express an opinion.
There are a great many opinions in the world, and a good half of them are held by people who have never been in trouble![Много на этом свете взглядов, и добрая половина их принадлежит людям, не бывавшим в беде!]
Painting is a faith and that it brings with it the duty to pay no heed to public opinion — and that in it one conquers by perseverance and not by giving in.
Nothing shakes my opinion of a book. Nothing – nothing. Only perhaps if it’s the book of a young person – or of a friend – no, even so, I think myself infallible.