Quality, too, is subject to diminishing returns. The world runs on large amounts of good enough.
Religion, art, taste, and other delusions.
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.
Good art does not ennoble, it merely refines; and bad art does not degrade, it merely coarsens.
The artist-provocateur does more damage than he knows: he immunizes his audience against shock, and who cannot be shocked cannot be moved.
You call a man a cynic when you can’t call him wrong, and an idealist when you don’t want to.
If you wish to change a man’s beliefs, you have to give him something to replace them.