One Thing Is Sure: The Sagrada Familia

Far From Affording Artists Continuous Inspiration, Mass-media Sources For Art Have Become A Dead End. They Have Combined With The Abstractness Of Institutional Art Teaching To Produce A Fine-arts Culture Given Over To Information And Not Experience. This Faithfully Echoes The Drain Of Concreteness From Modern Existence- The Reign Of Mere Unassimilated Data Instead Of Events That Gain Meaning By Being Absorbed Into The Fabric Of Imaginative Life.

In Art There Is No Progress, Only Fluctuations Of Intensity.

If You Like Your Soccer Cerebral, And The Triumph Ultimately To Be Wrung Out Of Staying Power, Milan Was The Place To Be. If You Love The Uncertainty Of Teams That Cannot Defend Yet Have The Courage To Attack, Attack, Attack, Then Seville Was Heaven... The Common Denominator Between The Victories Of Arsenal And Fenerbache? The Strength Of Mind, The Courage To Dare In Another Team's Domain, The Inner Belief That Is As Much A Part Of Sporting Success As The Skill A Fellow May Be Born With.

Art Grows Out Of Modes Of Perception That Make You Feel And Think...that Hooks On To Something Deep-running In Our Natures.

It Was Van Gogh's Madness That Prevented Him From Working; The Paintings Themselves Are Ineffably Sane, If Sanity Is To Be Defined In Terms Of Exact Judgment Of Ends And Means And The Power Of Visual Analysis.