We suffer most when the White House busts with ideas.

[Art is] an attempt to escape from life.

Faith may be defined briefly as an illogical belief in the occurrence of the improbable.

Life without sex might be safer but it would be unbearably dull

Puccini - silver macaroni, exquisitely tangled.

The final test of truth is ridicule. Very few dogmas have ever faced it and survived.

One is conscious of no brave and noble earnestness in it, of no generalized passion for intellectual and spiritual adventure, of no organized determination to think things out. What is there is a highly self-conscious and insipid correctness, a bloodless respectability submergence of matter in manner--in brief, what is there is the feeble, uninspiring quality of German painting and English music.