Art Is Anything People Do

A Critic At Best Is A Waiter At The Great Table Of Literature.

There Is No Original Sin. It's All Been Done Before.

Reason To Rule, Mercy To Forgive: The First Is Law, The Last Prerogative.

Intellectually, Most People Never Wash. They Never Free Their Minds Of The Accumulated Rubbish Of Centuries.

All The Ills Of Mankind Spring From Belonging To A Race, A Nation, A City, A Group Of Some Kind. The Ideal Would Be To Belong To None, And To Care For Allbut Who Is Capable Of That?