Artists Are The Antennae Of

A Civilized Man Is One Who Will Give A Serious Answer To A Serious Question. Civilization Itself Is A Certain Sane Balance Of Values.

Art Is To Be Admired Rather Than Explained. The Jargon Of These Sculptors Is Beyond Me. I Do Not Precisely Know Why I Admire A Green Granite, Female, Apparently Pregnant Monster With One Eye Going Around A Square Corner.

The Man Of Understanding Can No More Sit Quiet And Resigned While His Country Lets Its Literature Decay, And Lets Good Writing Meet With Contempt, Than A Good Doctor Could Sit Quiet And Contented While Some Ignorant Child Was Infecting Itself With Tuberculosis Under The Impression That It Was Merely Eating Jam Tarts.

There Is No Reason Why The Same Man Should Like The Same Books At Eighteen And At Forty-eight

When Two Men In Business Always Agree, One Of Them Is Unnecessary.