Art Begins In Imitation And Ends In

Spirituality Now Wanders From Sex To Drugs To Art To Revolution To Violence--whatever Seems To Promise Deliverance From The Quotidian.

When Science Drove The Gods Out Of Nature, They Took Refuge In Poetry And The Porticos Of Civic Buildings.

Philosophy Likes To Keen Common Sense On The Run.

When My Expectations Are Exactly Fulfilled, I Feel That Something Uncanny Has Happened.

After Sixty, The Self-questioning Of Middle Age Is Obsolete.