When one looks into the window of a store which sells devotional art objects, one can't help wishing the iconoclasts had won.
To me Art's subject is the human clay, / And landscape but a background to a torso; / All Cezanne's apples I would give away / For one small Goya or a Daumier.
Earth, receive an honored guest; William Yeats is laid to rest. Let the Irish vessel lie Emptied of its poetry.
Detective stories have nothing to do with works of art.