There are perfect works of art, and great works of art, but no great work of art is perfect.
Religion, art, taste, and other delusions.
An actor should be vulgar and insignificant off the stage: we prefer him as someone else.
Where there are no constraints there can be no art.
Guilty pleasure: Something you are afraid your inferiors might like.
Quality, too, is subject to diminishing returns. The world runs on large amounts of good enough.
Now we say that we do not understand what we only disapprove, and soon we truly will not understand.
A golden age is the creation of a few, but we can all contribute to a degenerate one.
From ironical use to obsolescence is a matter of a moment.
The hard sciences killed God, natural selection buried Him, variance drove a silver stake through His heart, and yet He will not die.
Data and science have become our garlic and wolfsbane.