Truth is a woman. That is why it is enigmatic.

Everything really desirable has come about because of, or in spite of, wine!

I see artists as a great battalion moving through paint, words, music towards cosmological interpretation.

Art—the meaning of the pattern of our common actions in reality. The cloth-of-gold that hides behind the sackcloth of reality, forced out by the pain of human memory.

Now stiff on a pillar with a phallic air nelson stylites in Trafalgar square reminds the British what once they were.

He thought and suffered a good deal but he lacked the resolution to dare--the first requisite of a practitioner.

Music was invented to confirm human loneliness.