I like to have strong opinions with nothing to back them up with besides my primal sincerity. I like sincerity. I lack sincerity.
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.
Now there can be no two opinions as to what a highbrow is. He is the man or woman of thoroughbred intelligence who rides his mind at a gallop across country in pursuit of an idea.
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.
Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their life a mimicry, their passions a quotation.
I have never entered into any Controversy in defence of my philosophical Opinions; I leave them to take their Chance in the World. If they are right, Truth and Experience will support them. If wrong, they ought to be refuted and rejected. Disputes are apt to sour ones Temper and disturb one’s Quiet.
I am disillusioned enough to know that no man’s opinion on any subject is worth a damn unless backed up with enough genuine information to make him really know what he’s talking about.