Left to themselves people are noble, generous, uncorrupted, they'd create a completely new kind of society if only people weren't so blind, stupid and selfish.
I'm offended by things and take pathetic little stands against them.
We drift down time, clutching at straws. But what good's a brick to a drowning man?
I doubt that art needed Ruskin any more than a moving train needs one of its passengers to shove it.
It takes character to withstand the rigours of indolence.
Fifty-five crystal spheres geared to God's crankshaft is my idea of a satisfying universe. I can't think of anything more trivial than quarks, quasars, big bangs and black holes.