Art, like science, may be regarded by the practitioner as a collective body of work to which he hopes to make a small contribution.
Religion, art, taste, and other delusions.
Domestic sentiment is impossible to portray effectively in art, because it is universal, deeply felt, and always the same.
It is as misdirected to love or admire science, in the large, as poetry. One must ask after not poetry but poems, and not science but experiments.
Eccentric diets and exercise — vegan, paleo, ultra-marathon, yoga — advertise themselves as cures for the body; in fact they are cures for the soul, often at the body’s expense.
We preach for our politics, and for our religion, but preachers for art are known as “critics” and justly regarded as an alien species.
Things are not always what they seem, but that’s the way to bet.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, not because it is subjective, but because it must be noticed.
Movie reviews are for people who might watch the movie; book reviews are for people who won’t read the book.
A man can be judged by what he is supposed to have said.
Visconti’s The Leopard is to movies what the first Velvet Underground record is to music: almost no one sat through it, but everyone who did became a director.