No man can think clearly when his fists are clenched.

• No man can think clearly when his fists are clenched.
• Great art is as irrational as great music. It is mad with its own loveliness.
• Criticism is the windows and chandeliers of art: it illuminates the enveloping darkness in which art might otherwise rest only vaguely discernible, and perhaps altogether unseen.
• To speak of morals in art is to speak of legislature in sex. Art is the sex of the imagination.
• Criticism is the art of appraising others at one's own value.
• Beauty makes idiots sad and wise men merry.
• Love demands infinitely less than friendship.
• Bad officials are the ones elected by good citizens who do not vote.
• Great art is as irrational as great music. It is mad with its own loveliness.
• Women, as they grow older, rely more and more on cosmetics. Men, as they grow older, rely more and more on a sense of humor.