There is no book everyone should read, no music everyone should hear, no movie everyone should watch.
Religion, art, taste, and other delusions.
Primitives and children often have crude taste, but only civilized adults have bad taste.
What passes for sanity is only people’s fortunate refusal to take their own ideas seriously.
To listen to people with talent, you might almost believe that there is no such thing.
Polytheism is pre-scientific: monotheism is anti-scientific.
The strange grows familiar, and its former strangeness becomes impossible to recover or even to fathom.
Optimism is the philosophy of despair.
Critics resent artists, but not half as much as artists resent critics.
Our awareness of what we deserve, but lack, is surpassed only by our blindness to what we have, but do not deserve.
As I interpret Genesis, the original sin is ennui.