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One Thing Is Certain: The Arts Keep You Alive. They Stimulate, Encourage, Challenge, And, Most Of All, Guarantee A Future Free From Boredom. They Allow Growth And Even Demand It In That Time Of Life We Call Maturity But Too Often Enter It With A Childish Faith That What We Learned In Youth Is Sustenance Enough For The Years When Most Men Are Mentally Famished But Won't Admit It—or When They Are Apt To Curb Their Hunger With The Sops Of Complacency, Security, And The Assurance Of Death.

It's As Much Fun To Scare As To Be Scared.

There's Something Fascinating About Seeing Something You Don't Like At First But Directly Know You Will Love—in Time. People Are That Way, All Through Life. You Come Against A Personality, And It Questions Yours. You Shy Away But Know There Are Gratifying Secrets There, And The Half-open Door Is Often More Exciting Than The Wide.

I Trust People Who Are Violent About Art, As Long As They Aren't Closed-minded. But, Unfortunately, Most Art Blowhards Are Also Art Bigots.

A Man Who Limits His Interests Limits His Life.