But Satan now is wiser than of yore, and tempts by making rich, not making poor.
Materialism coarsens and petrifies everything, making everything vulgar, and every truth false.
Poetry is like making a joke. If you get one word wrong at the end of a joke, you’ve lost the whole thing.
What we want from art is whatever is missing from the lives we are already living and making. Something is always missing, and so art-making is endless.
There is not much we can say with absolute confidence about the early church, but we can be fairly sure that the first Christians would not have dreamed of making a likeness of Jesus.
The legacy of slavery comes from the sustained political, legal and economic effort to link permanently an entire group of people to poverty – and to mystify that systematic disenfranchisement by making up something called race, which could serve as a distraction.
Asked to give advice to a 13-year-old girl about how to lead her life, I say find something you love to do. The goal shouldn’t be accumulating money. It might be making changes in the world, or in your country.
Poetry and beauty are always making peace. When you read something beautiful you find coexistence; it breaks walls down.
I have frequently noticed in myself a tendency to a diffuse style; a disposition to push my metaphors too far, employing a multitude of words to heighten the patness of the image, and so making of it a conceit rather than a metaphor, a fault copiously illustrated in the poetry of Cowley, Waller, Donne, and others of that ilk.
There is a spell in mediaeval Art which has had power to bewitch some people into trying, or wishing to try, or fancying that they wish to try or making believe to fancy that they wish to try, to bring back the Middle Ages.