One simply turns to the ideological vending machine, and out comes the prepared formulae.
Art is the reordering of nature - the qualities of space and time - in new perceptual and material form.
Wise men still seek Him today.
I am too weary to listen, too angry to hear.
Art is an end in itself; its values are intrinsic.
Europe, in legend, has always been the home of subtle philosophical discussion; America was the land of grubby pragmatism.