This is the way the world ends, not with a bang, but a whimper.
If one has to earn a living, therefore, the safest occupation is that most remote from the arts.
In the room the women come and go talking of Michelangelo.
Poetry may make us from time to time a little more aware of the deeper, unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves.
A wrong attitude toward nature implies, somewhere, a wrong attitude toward God.
Past art is subject to change.