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Life is art's rival and vice versa.
An artist should be as impartial as God.
Laughter is the Wild Body's song of triumph.
Elephants are VERY BIG. Motor cars go quickly.
Where there is abundance you can afford waste.
Art is the expression of an enormous preference.
Wherever there is objective truth, there is satire.
Revolution has become a sort of violent and hollow routine.
Laughter is the representative of Tragedy, when Tragedy is away.
Contradict yourself. In order to live, you must remain broken up.
Happiness is the chief material also in the construction of Utopias.
Laughter is an independent, tremendously important, and lurid emotion.
What is the good of being an island, if you are not a volcanic island?
It is more comfortable for me, in the long run, to be rude than polite.
As a result of the feminist revolution, feminine becomes an abusive epithet.
Revolution today is taken for granted, and in consequence becomes rather dull.
As a result of the feminist revolution, 'feminine' becomes an abusive epithet.
The English certainly and fiercely pride themselves in never praising themselves.
Laughter is the climax in the tragedy of seeing, hearing and smelling self-consciously.
Sadistic excess attempts to reach roughly and by harshness what art reaches by fineness.
Dying for an idea,' again, sounds well enough, but why not let the idea die instead of you?
The teacher does not have to be, although he has to know: he is the mind imagining, not the executant.
For the first rate poet, nothing short of a Queen or a Chimera is adequate for the powers of his praise.
A man only goes and confesses his faults to the world when his self will not acknowledge or listen to them.
Spain is an overflow of sombreness . . . a strong and threatening tide of history meets you at the frontier.
To give up another person's love is a mild suicide; like a very bad inoculation as compared to the full disease.
A sort of war of revenge on the intellect is what, for some reason, thrives in the contemporary social atmosphere.
All orthodox opinion - that is, today, "revolutionary" opinion either of the pure or the impure variety - is anti-man.
In the democratic western countries so-called capitalism leads a saturnalia of 'freedom', like a bastard brother of reform.
No American worth his salt should go looking around for a root. I advance this in all modesty, as a not unreasonable opinion.
Lenin in a top hat and frock coat would be a far greater anomaly than the Grand Lama of Thibet or a Zulu chief in that costume.
The earth has become one big village, with telephones laid on from one end to the other, and air transport, both speedy and safe.
I am an artist, and, through my eye, must confess to a tremendous bias. In my purely literary voyages my eye is always my compass.
People are so overwhelmed with the prestige of their instruments that they consider their personal judgement of hardly any account.
Gertrude Stein's prose-song is a cold, black suet-pudding.... Cut it at any point, it is the same thing ... all fat, without nerve.
The artist is always engaged in writing a detailed history of the future because he is the only person aware of the nature of the present.
The ideal of perfect Success is an ideal belonging to the same sort of individual as the inventor of Equal Rights of man and Perfectibility.
The ideas of a time are like the clothes of a season: they are as arbitrary, as much imposed by some superior will which is seldom explicit.
Revolutionary politics, revolutionary art, and oh, the revolutionary mind, is the dullest thing on earth... What a stupid word! What a stale fuss!
Instead of the vast organization to exploit the weakness of the Many, should we not possess one for the exploitation of the intelligence of the Few?
There is nothing contemptible about an intoxicated man - if it is nothing more than a bookful of words or a roomful of notes that he has got drunk on.
A hundred things are done today in the divine name of Youth, that if they showed their true colors would be seen by rights to belong rather to old age.
In a period of such obsessing political controversy as the present, I believe that I am that strange animal, the individual without any politics at all.
Artists put as much vitality and delight into their saintliness and escape out as most men do their escapes into similar places from respectable existence.
Prostration is our natural position. A worm-like movement from a spot of sunlight to a spot of shade, and back, is the type of movement that is natural to men.
The art of advertisement, after the American manner, has introduced into all our life such a lavish use of superlatives, that no standard of value whatever is intact.
We are the first men of a Future that has not materialized. We belong to a "great age" that has not "come off". We moved too quickly for the world. We set too sharp a pace.
Satire has a great big glaring target. If successful, it blasts a great big hole in the center. Directness there must be and singleness of aim: it is all aim, all trajectory.
Almost anything that can be praised or advocated has been put to some disgusting use. There is no principle, however immaculate, that has not had its compromising manipulator.
Sex is of the same clay as Time! -- of the same clay Since both are in their essence but One-Way Time is the one-way dimension: sex its tart And subtle biological counterpart.