There must always be two kinds of art: escape-art, for man needs escape as he needs food and deep sleep, and parable-art, that art which shall teach man to unlearn hatred and learn love.

We would rather be ruined than changed. We would rather die in our dread than climb the cross of the moment and let our illusions die.

Be subtle, various, ornamental, clever, And do not listen to those critics ever Whose crude provincial gullets crave in books Plain cooking made still plainer by plain cooks.

One cannot walk through an assembly factory and not feel that one is in Hell.

Christ did not enchant men; He demanded that they believe in Him: except on one occasion, the Transfiguration. For a brief while, Peter, James, and John were permitted to see Him in His glory. For that brief while they had no need of faith. The vision vanished, and the memory of it did not prevent them from all forsaking Him when He was arrested, or Peter from denying that he had ever known Him.

Pleasure is by no means an infallible critical guide, but it is the least fallible.

Between friends differences in taste or opinion are irritating in direct proportion to their triviality.