All One Has To Do

Criticism Is The Windows And Chandeliers Of Art: It Illuminates The Enveloping Darkness In Which Art Might Otherwise Rest Only Vaguely Discernible, And Perhaps Altogether Unseen.

Politics Is The Diversion Of Trivial Men Who, When They Succeed At It, Become Important In The Eyes Of More Trivial Men.

Patriotism Is Often An Arbitrary Veneration Of Real Estate Above Principles.

It May Be Said That Artist And Censor Differ In This Wise: That The First Is A Decent Mind In An Indecent Body And That The Second Is An Indecent Mind In A Decent Body.

The Sweetest Memory Is That Which Involves Something Which One Should Not Have Done; The Bitterest, That Which Involves Something Which One Should Not Have Done, And Which One Did Not Do.