... Art is a soaring exercise of the human imagination.

The intellectual takes as a starting point his self and relates the world to his own sensibilities; the scientist accepts an existing field of knowledge and seeks to map out the unexplored terrain.

The impulse of the journalist is to be novel, yet to relate his curiosities to the urgencies of the moment; the philosopher seeks what he conceives to be true, regardless of the moment.

When theology erodes and organization crumbles, when the institutional framework of religion begins to break up, the search for a direct experience which people can feel to be religious facilitates the rise of cults.

Art is the aesthetic ordering of experience to express meanings in symbolic terms.

Art is an end in itself; its values are intrinsic.

I am too weary to listen, too angry to hear.