I suspect that the word (art) was invented by second-rate intelligences to describe the incomprehensible activities of their betters.

I was an omnivore at reading, so that everything I ever read contributed.

Good music always defeats bad luck

I suspect that the word (art) was invented by second-rate intelligences to describe the incomprehensible activities of their betters.

Why make plans? The sun might well go out tomorrow.

Of all questions, why? is the least pertinent. It begs the question; it assumes the larger part of its own response; to wit, that a sensible response exists.

Somebody else's ignorance is bliss.