The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring.

There is no heresy or no philosophy which is so abhorrent to the church as a human being.

What? Corpus. Body. Corpse. Good idea the Latin. Stupifies them first. Hospice for the dying. They don't seem to chew it; only swallow it down.

We were always loyal to lost causes...Success for us is the death of the intellect and of the imagination. ~ Professor MacHugh

Phall if you but will, rise you must: and none so soon either shall the pharce for the nunce come to a setdown secular phoenish.

To live, to err, to fall, to triumph, to recreate life out of life.

The object of the artist is the creation of the beautiful. What the beautiful is is another question.