I Have A Fine Sense

I Think We Should All Live On The Precipe Of Life, As Fully And As Dangerously As Possible. Everyone Should Make The Assumption That They're Going Through Life Only Once. Tomorrow We Die. Why Not Take Chances, Extend Yourself? How Awful It Is When A Person Comes To The End Of Life Full Of Regret.

You May Dislike The Intention Enormously But Your Judgment Of The Artistic Merit Of The Work Must Not Be Based On Your View Of What It's About. The Work Of Art Must Be Judged By How Well It Succeeds In Its Intention.

Any Definition Which Limits Us Is Deplorable.

I Think It Is The Responsibility Of Critics To Rely Less Strenuously On, To Use A Hollywood Phrase, "what They Can Live With," And More On An Examination Of The Works Of Art From An Aesthetic And Clinical Point Of View.

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