Another Unsettling Element In Modern Art Is That Common Symptom Of Immaturity, The Dread Of Doing What Has Been Done Before.
- Edith Wharton
How Much Longer Are We Going To Think It Necessary To Be ”American” Before (Or In Contradistinction To) Being Cultivated, Being Enlightened, Being Humane, And Having The Same Intellectual Discipline As Other Civilized Countries?
Art Is On The Side Of The Oppressed. Think Before You Shudder At The Simplistic Dictum And Its Heretical Definition Of The Freedom Of Art. For If Art Is Freedom Of The Spirit, How Can It Exist Within The Oppressors?
A Classic Is Classic Not Because It Conforms To Certain Structural Rules, Or Fits Certain Definitions (Of Which Its Author Had Quite Probably Never Heard). It Is Classic Because Of A Certain Eternal And Irrepressible Freshness.
In Spite Of Illness, In Spite Even Of The Archenemy Sorrow, One Can Remain Alive Long Past The Usual Date Of Disintegration If One Is Unafraid Of Change, Insatiable In Intellectual Curiosity, Interested In Big Things, And Happy In Small Ways.
Old Age, Calm, Expanded, Broad With The Haughty Breadth Of The Universe, Old Age Flowing Free With The Delicious Near-By Freedom Of Death.
After All, One Knows One’s Weak Points So Well, That It’s Rather Bewildering To Have The Critics Overlook Them And Invent Others.
The Only Way Not To Think About Money Is To Have A Great Deal Of It.
I Wonder, Among All The Tangles Of This Mortal Coil, Which One Contains Tighter Knots To Undo, And Consequently Suggests More Tugging, And Pain, And Diversified Elements Of Misery, Than The Marriage Tie.
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