I'm More Cautious About What I Write.

As One Passion Begins To Fail It Is Necessary To Form Another, For The Whole Art Of Going Through Life Tolerably Is To Keep Oneself Eager About Anything.

The Work Of Art Itself Is . . . A Vibrant, Magical, And Exemplary Object Which Returns Us To The World In Some Way More Open And Enriched.

Silence Remains, Inescapably, A Form Of Speech.

It Is Passivity That Dulls Feeling.

Real Art Has The Capacity To Make Us Nervous.