I am too weary to listen, too angry to hear.
... Art is a soaring exercise of the human imagination.
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.
Wise men still seek Him today.
Art is the aesthetic ordering of experience to express meanings in symbolic terms.
Europe, in legend, has always been the home of subtle philosophical discussion; America was the land of grubby pragmatism.