• [On John Tunnard:] One day a marvelous man in a highly elaborate tweed coat walked into the gallery. He looked a little like Groucho Marx. He was as animated as a jazz-band leader, which he turned out to be. He showed us his gouaches, which were as musical as Kandinsky's, as delicate as Klee's, and as gay as Miró's.

    Peggy Guggenheim (2016). “Out of This Century: The Informal Memoirs of Peggy Guggenheim”, p.164, Ravenio Books