To speak of morals in art is to speak of legislature in sex. Art is the sex of the imagination.

Love is the emotion that a woman feels always for a poodle dog, and sometimes for a man.

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.

What passes for woman's intuition is often nothing more than man's transparency.