This is the beauty that emerges from self-confidence, class confidence. That says, I am not born to please. I am born to be pleased.

Compassion is an unstable emotion. It needs to be translated into action, or it withers.

Interpretation is the revenge of the intellect upon art. Even more. It is the revenge of the intellect upon the world. To interpret is to impoverish, to deplete the world -- in order to set up a shadow world of ''meanings.''

Compassion is an unstable emotion. It needs to be translated into action, or it withers. The question is what to do with the feelings that have been aroused, the knowledge that has been communicated. People don't become inured to what they are shown — if that's the right way to describe what happens — because of the quantity of images dumped on them. It is passivity that dulls feeling.

Try not to live in a linguistic slum.

Photographs furnish evidence. Something we hear about, but doubt, seems proven when we're shown a photograph of it.

Ours is an age which consciously pursues health, and yet only believes in the reality of sickness.