Remember That The Secret Of All Learning

People From A Planet Without Flowers Would Think We Must Be Mad With Joy The Whole Time To Have Such Things About Us.

Art Is A Kind Of Artificial Memory And The Pain Which Attends All Serious Art Is A Sense Of That Factitiousness.

Eating Reveals The Characteristic Grossness Of The Human Race And Also The In-built Failure Of Its Satisfactions. We Arrive Eager, We Stuff Ourselves And We Go Away Depressed And Disappointed And Probably Feeling A Bit Queasy Into The Bargain. It's An Image Of The Déçu In Human Existence. A Greedy Start And A Stupefied Finish. Waiters, Who Are Constantly Observing This Cycle, Must Be The Most Disillusioned Of Men.

Only The Very Greatest Art Invigorates Without Consoling.

It Is Difficult In Life To Be Good, And Difficult In Art To Portray Goodness. Perhaps We Don't Know Much About Goodness.