Art is science made flesh.
It is not inspiration; it is expiration.
It was the East that should have sent us missionaries.
The Louvre is a morgue; you go there to identify your friends.
There is always a period when a man with a beard shaves it off. This period does not last. He returns headlong to his beard.
What uniform can I wear to hide my heavy heart? It is too heavy. It will always show.