All Still Lifes Are Actually Paintings Of

And What Would You Do, ... If You Could Rule The World For A Day? I Suppose I Would Have No Choice But To Abolish Reality.

His Answers Were Quite Often Like That. When She Spoke Of Beauty, He Spoke Of The Fatty Tissue Supporting The Epidermis. When She Mentioned Love, He Responded With The Statistical Curve That Indicates The Automatic Rise And Fall In The Annual Birthrate. When She Spoke Of The Great Figures In Art, He Traced The Chain Of Borrowings That Links These Figures To One Another.

Scientific Reason, With Its Strict Conscience, Its Lack Of Prejudice, And Its Determination To Question Every Result Again The Moment It Might Lead To The Least Intellectual Advantage, Does In An Area Of Secondary Interest What We Ought To Be Doing With The Basic Questions Of Life.

Clothes, When Abstracted From The Flow Of Present Time And Their Transmogrifying Function On The Human Body, And Seen As Forms In Themselves, Are Strange Tubes And Excrescences Worthy Of Being Classed With Such Facial Decorations As The Ring Through The Nose Or The Lip-stretching Disk. But How Enchanting They Become When Seen Togetherwith The Qualities They Bestow On Their Wearer! What Happens Then Is No Less Than The Infusion, Into Some Tangled Lines On A Piece Of Paper, Of The Meaning Of A Great Word.

Don't You Know That Every Perfect Life Would Be The End Of Art?