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What is wonderful about great literature is that it transforms the man who reads it towards the condition of the read more
What is wonderful about great literature is that it transforms the man who reads it towards the condition of the man who wrote.
All modern American literature comes from one book by Mark Twain
called "Huckleberry Finn."
All modern American literature comes from one book by Mark Twain
called "Huckleberry Finn."
Art, like morality, consists in drawing the line somewhere.
Art, like morality, consists in drawing the line somewhere.
You know... that a blank wall is an apalling thing to look at. The wall of a museum - a read more
You know... that a blank wall is an apalling thing to look at. The wall of a museum - a canvas - a piece of film - or a guy sitting in front of a typewriter. Then, you start out to do something - that vague thing called creation. The beginning strikes awe within you.
Give me a museum and I'll fill it.
Give me a museum and I'll fill it.
To provoke dreams of terror in the slumber of prosperity has become the moral duty of literature.
To provoke dreams of terror in the slumber of prosperity has become the moral duty of literature.
What the mass media offers is not popular art, but entertainment which is intended to be consumed like food, forgotten, read more
What the mass media offers is not popular art, but entertainment which is intended to be consumed like food, forgotten, and replaced by a new dish.
The work of art, just like any fragment of human life considered in its deepest meaning, seems to me devoid read more
The work of art, just like any fragment of human life considered in its deepest meaning, seems to me devoid of value if it does not offer the hardness, the rigidity, the regularity, the luster on every interior and exterior facet, of the crystal.
Oh you who are born of the blood of the gods, Trojan son of Anchises, easy is the descent to read more
Oh you who are born of the blood of the gods, Trojan son of Anchises, easy is the descent to Hell; the door of dark Dis stands open day and night. But to retrace your steps and come out to the air above, that is work, that is labor! - Aeneid, The.
