... Art is a soaring exercise of the human imagination.

Art is an end in itself; its values are intrinsic.

The intellectual takes as a starting point his self and relates the world to his own sensibilities; the scientist accepts an existing field of knowledge and seeks to map out the unexplored terrain.

Europe, in legend, has always been the home of subtle philosophical discussion; America was the land of grubby pragmatism.

I am too weary to listen, too angry to hear.

One simply turns to the ideological vending machine, and out comes the prepared formulae.

Art is the aesthetic ordering of experience to express meanings in symbolic terms.

The impulse of the journalist is to be novel, yet to relate his curiosities to the urgencies of the moment; the philosopher seeks what he conceives to be true, regardless of the moment.

Wise men still seek Him today.

But in action, one defies one's character.

Art is the reordering of nature - the qualities of space and time - in new perceptual and material form.

Keep an eye on your responses. Strong responses are about you more than them.

You seriously have a Dalmatian? Is that, like, mandatory for a firefighter?

My existence began the day you were created and was realized the day we met.

Even if you have to die tomorrow

All his life he [the American] jumps into the train after it has started and jumps out before it has stopped; and he never once gets left behind, or breaks a leg.

If you managed a baseball team, would you listen more closely to the team accountant or the director of player personnel?

I like the noise of democracy.

All the elements in an advertisement are primarily designed to do one thing and one thing only: get you to read the first sentence of the copy.

My weapon of choice is my voice.

I thought of rhyme alone, For rhyme can beat a measure out of trouble And make the daylight sweet once more.