Even in the centuries which appear to us to be the most monstrous and foolish...
Modernity signifies the transitory the fugitive the contingent the half of...
It is from the womb of art that criticism was born.
Modernity is the transitory the fugitive the contingent which make up one...
Who would dare assign to art the sterile function of imitating nature?
Modernity is the transient the fleeting the contingent it is one half of...
Evil is done without effort naturally it is the working of fate good is...
A frenzied passion for art is a canker that devours everything else.
To say the word Romanticism is to say modern art - that is intimacy...
What is art? Prostitution.
Maybe I fear things going wrong so much that I pre-empt them by not getting excited about them when they appear to be. going well.