I Trust People Who Are

One Thing Is Certain: The Arts Keep You Alive. They Stimulate, Encourage, Challenge, And, Most Of All, Guarantee A Future Free From Boredom. They Allow Growth And Even Demand It In That Time Of Life We Call Maturity But Too Often Enter It With A Childish Faith That What We Learned In Youth Is Sustenance Enough For The Years When Most Men Are Mentally Famished But Won't Admit It—or When They Are Apt To Curb Their Hunger With The Sops Of Complacency, Security, And The Assurance Of Death.

Do You Ever Rub Your Eyes And Suddenly Find You're Awake And Not Asleep, As You'd Grown To Suspect You Were?

I Trust People Who Are Violent About Art, As Long As They Aren't Closed-minded. But, Unfortunately, Most Art Blowhards Are Also Art Bigots.

There Comes A Time In Life When You Know What You Like And Have To Make Up Your Mind To Like What You Know, Or At Least Have Begun To Know. In Other Words, You Must Determine In What Direction Your Knowledge Is Leading, Thus Far.

I'm Extremely Profane, Unconsciously So, When I See Something Great For The First Time; I Don't Know Why, But Beauty And Profanity Are Related To Me In The Same Way. It May Be That I Want To Think Of Art In The Vernacular, But I Have No Control Over What Comes Out Of My Mouth When My Eyes Take In Great Beauty...it Might Just Be The Reason I Avoid Going To Museums With Elderly Ladies.