The capacity to be overwhelmed by the beautiful is astonishingly sturdy and survives amidst the harshest distractions.

Unfortunately, moral beauty in art - like physical beauty in a person - is extremely perishable.

An important job of the critic is to savage what is mediocre or meretricious.

The culture-heroes of our liberal bourgeois civilisation are ant-liberal and ant-bourgeois . . .

A photograph comes into being, as it is seen, all at once.

People robbed of their past seem to make the most fervent picture takers, at home and abroad.

The basic unit for contemporary art is not the idea, but the analysis of and extension of sensations.