No Man Can Think Clearly When His

An Optimist Is A Fellow Who Believes A Housefly Is Looking For A Way To Get Out.

Great Art Is As Irrational As Great Music. It Is Mad With Its Own Loveliness.

Criticism Is The Windows And Chandeliers Of Art: It Illuminates The Enveloping Darkness In Which Art Might Otherwise Rest Only Vaguely Discernible, And Perhaps Altogether Unseen.

Impersonal Criticism?is Like An Impersonal Fist Fight Or An Impersonal Marriage, And As Successful.

The Notion That As A Man Grows Older His Illusions Leave Him Is Not Quite True. What Is True Is That His Early Illusions Are Supplanted By New, And To Him, Equally Convincing Illusions.