There is bad art about which one can say a good deal, and great art about which one can say nothing.
Religion, art, taste, and other delusions.
The most pleasing aesthetic effect is the happy accident.
At least you can deal with the devil; God just pushes everyone around.
Celebrated mediocrity augurs obscure excellence.
You can talk people into art, but you can’t talk them out of it.
America’s religion is not Christianity; it is self-help.
The audience will always be out of step with the artist, for one is just arriving at what the other has long since put out of mind.
The Gods of Liberty, Equality, Justice, and The People have demanded more human sacrifice than all other divinities combined.
The contemporary businessman cares only for art, and the contemporary artist only for money.
Shared antipathies are the ties that bind.