what primitive tastes the ancients must have had if their poets were inspired by those absurd, untidy clumps of mist, idiotically jostling one another about

Is it not clear, however, that bliss and envy are the numerator and denominator of the fraction called happiness?

You're in a bad way! Apparently, you have developed a soul.

We comes from God, I from the Devil.

The next stage of development, perhaps in the distant future, will be a social order under which there will be no need for the coercive power of the state.

You're in bad shape. It looks like you're developing a soul.

What the self-styled modern artists are doing is a sort of unemotional pseudo-intellectual masturabtion … whereas creative art is more like intercourse, in which the artist must seduce -- render emotional -- his audience, each time.