Great Art Is As Irrational As Great

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.

Musicals Are To The Theater What Wines Are To A Substantial Dinner.

The Bachelors Admired Freedom Is Often A Yoke, For The Freer A Man Is To Himself The Greater Slave He Often Is To The Whims Of Others.

What Passes For Woman's Intuition Is More Often Intrinsically Nothing More Than Man's Transparency.

I Have Yet To Find A Man Worth His Salt In Any Direction Who Did Not Think Of Himself First And Foremost.