In both metaphysics and art, honesty is the best policy. Keep it clean.

Everyone should learn a manual trade: It's never too late to become an honest person.

Why the critics, like a flock of ducks, always move in perfect unison: Their authority with the public depends upon an appearance of unanimous agreement. One dissenting voice would shatter the whole fragile structure.

If you're never ridden a fast horse at a dead run across a desert valley at dawn, be of good cheer: You've only missed out on one half of life.

Ah yes, the head is full of books. The hard part is to force them down through the bloodstream and out through the fingers.

Life: another day, another dolor.

There is no trajectory so pathetic as that of an artist in decline.