Taste Begins When Appetite Is Satisfied.

The Artist, Depicting Man Disdainful Of The Storm And Stress Of Life, Is No Less Reconciling And Healing Than The Poet Who, While Endowing Nature And Humanity, Rejoices In Its Measureless Superiority To Human Passions And Human Sorrows.

I Wonder Whether Art Has A Higher Function Than To Make Me Feel, Appreciate, And Enjoy Natural Objects For Their Art Value?

[describing His House:] It Is A Library With Living Rooms Attached.

As I Got Warmed Up, And Felt Perfectly At Home In Talk, I Heard Myself Boasting, Lying, Exaggerating. Oh, Not Deliberately, Far From It. It Would Be Unconvivial And Dull To Stop And Arrest The Flow Of Talk, And Speak Only After Carefully Considering Whether I Was Telling The Truth.

We Usually Meet All Of Our Relatives Only At Funerals Where Somebody Always Observes: "too Bad We Can't Get Together More Often".