I hate modern architecture, but it hated me first.
Religion, art, taste, and other delusions.
The idea that art should relate to the audience is exactly backwards.
It is to what we now call manic phases that we owe a great part of the imperishable works of human civilization.
We invent most of what we purport to find in art, which we call great when our stories about it please us sufficiently.
Yesterday’s distant dream, today’s brilliant innovation, tomorrow’s basic human right.
Christianity is like life insurance: you have to die to collect.
In art incompetence is usually taken for directness and sincerity.
Art in which adults can take no pleasure is unfit for children.
Many of the disorders of the psychology textbooks are quite useful in moderation, and not a few are outright virtues.
It is on the most dubious propositions that we lavish our most ardent desires.