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.

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

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

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

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.

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

Wise men still seek Him today.