Imagine it's 1981. You're an artist in love with art smitten with art history. You're also a woman with almost no mentors to look to art history just isn't that into you. Any woman approaching art history in the early eighties was attempting to enter an almost foreign country a restricted and exclusionary domain that spoke a private language.

Art is an attempt to integrate evil.

If thou art a man admire those who attempt great things even though they fail.

Art in itself is an attempt to bring order out of chaos.

Fashion is only the attempt to realize art in living forms and social intercourse.

In my early 20s I was so miserable doing construction I wanted something that paid money. I liked nice stuff. I liked cars and architecture and things that cost money. I wanted to not swing a hammer and make money... and not do stuff that was dirty. I attempted to get into comedy. I started to do stand-up but I wasn't very good at it.

Science is analytical descriptive informative. Man does not live by bread alone but by science he attempts to do so. Hence the deadliness of all that is purely scientific.

If you would have your son to walk honourably through the world you must not attempt to clear the stones from his path but teach him to walk firmly over them - not insist upon leading him by the hand but let him learn to go alone.

For so long as the Jew has even one ally he will be convinced - in his smallness of mind - that his salvation came from that ally. It is only when he is alone - against all of his own efforts and frantic attempts - that he will through no choice be compelled to turn to G-d.

The attempt to devote oneself to literature alone is a most deceptive thing and often paradoxically it is literature that suffers for it.