Gertrude Stein (February 3, 1874 – July 27, 1946) was an American novelist, poet, playwright, and art collector. Born in Allegheny, Pennsylvania (now part of Pittsburgh), and raised in Oakland, California, Stein moved to Paris in 1903, and made France her home for the remainder of her life. She hosted...
It is very easy to love alone.
A writer should write with his eyes and a painter paint with his ears.
Love: the skillful audacity required to share an inner life.
Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose.
It is a very sad thing that nowadays there is so little useless information.
Aim above morality. Be not simply good, be good for something.
Art is like baby shoes. When you coat them with gold, they can no longer be worn.
We often hear of the beauties of old age, but the only old age that is beautiful is the one the man has been long preparing for by living a beautiful life. Every one of us is right now preparing for old age. … There may be a substitute somewhere in the world for Good Nature, but I do not know where it can be found. The secret of salvation is this: keep sweet, be useful, and keep busy.