For me, a few hours ago, this campaign came to an end. For all those whose cares have been our concern, the work goes on, the cause endures, the hope still lives, and the dream shall never die.
All art is infested by other art.
If a work of art or a new style disturbs you, then it is probably good work. If you hate it, it is probably great.
The critic interested in a novel manifestation holds his criteria and taste in reserve. Since they were formed upon yesterday's art, he does not assume that they are ready-made for today.
. . . it is in the nature of original contemporary art to present itself as a bad risk. And we the public. . . should be proud of being in this predicament, because nothing else would seem to us quite true to life; and art, after all, is supposed to be a mirror of life.
Whatever else art is good for, its chief effectiveness lies in propagating more art.
One way to cope with the provocations of novel art is to rest firm and maintain solid standards. . . set by the critic's long-practiced taste and by his conviction that only those innovations will be significant which promote the established direction of advanced art.
There is a certain indolence in us, a wish not to be disturbed, which tempts us to think that when things are quiet, all is well. Subconsciously, we tend to give the preference to 'social peace,' though it be only apparent, because our lives and possessions seem then secure. Actually, human beings acquiesce too easily in evil conditions; they rebel far too little and too seldom. There is nothing noble about acquiescence in a cramped life or mere submission to superior force.
A great pickup line is one I don't even notice. It has me connecting with you, laughing, having a good time. And that definitely gets my attention.
Secrecy is the soul of all great designs.
There's this corporate machine giving us a chance to access radio - though there's no guarantee.