I Don't Play Monsters. I Play Men

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.

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.

It's Just Endless What You Can Learn From A Single Work Of Art. You Can Fill Up The Crevices Of Your Life, The Cracks Of Your Life, The Places Where The Mortar Comes Out And Falls Away-you Can Fill It Up With The Love Of Art.

I Know What I Like—i Like Art—and I Like What I Know.

If I Could Prescribe A Single Rule For Looking At A Work Of Art It Would Be To Enjoy It. If We're Honest With Ourselves, We Have To Admit We Enjoy Our Tears Just As Much As We Enjoy Our Laughter. The Only Moments Of Life That Are A Bore Are When We Don't Care One Way Or Another.