People believe that photographs are true and therefore cannot be art.

Nature often seems like an idea that has had its day.

Rules that are never violated cease to be recognized as Rules.

Passion cooks. Reason cleans.

A moment of eloquence enthralls us. An hour's worth leaves us stupefied.

After sixty, the self-questioning of middle age is obsolete.

The beginning, middle, and end are parodied, reversed, and hidden by modernism, but not abandoned.