The best argument against democracy is a five-minute conversation with the average voter.

Oh! this opponent this collaborator against your will whose notion of beauty always differs from yours and whose means are often too limited for active assistance to your intentions!

Obscenity which is ever blasphemy against the divine beauty in life is a monster for which the corruption of society forever brings forth new food which it devours in secret.

The real sin against life is to abuse and destroy beauty even one's own even more one's own for that has been put in our care and we are responsible for its well-being.

Beauty is our weapon against nature by it we make objects giving them limit symmetry proportion. Beauty halts and freezes the melting flux of nature.

Regardless of what one's attitude towards prohibition may be temperance is something against which at a time of war no reasonable protest can be made.

Every man should follow the bent of his nature in art and letters always provided that he does not offend against the rules of morality and good taste.

Out with stereotypes feminism proclaims. But stereotypes are the west's stunning sexual personae the vehicles of art's assault against nature. The moment there is imagination there is myth.

It's art that pushes against psychological and social expectations that tries to transform decay into something generative that is replicative in a baroque way that isn't about progress and wants to - as Walt Whitman put it - 'contain multitudes.'

To array a man's will against his sickness is the supreme art of medicine.

Perhaps it's good for one to suffer. Can an artist do anything if he's happy? Would he ever want to do anything? What is art after all but a protest against the horrible inclemency of life?

Be true to yourself help others make each day your masterpiece make friendship a fine art drink deeply from good books - especially the Bible build a shelter against a rainy day give thanks for your blessings and pray for guidance every day.

Art is a revolt against fate. All art is a revolt against man's fate.

I like things that are kind of eclectic when one thing doesn't go with another. That's why I love Rome. The town itself is that way. It's where Fascist architecture meets classic Renaissance where the ancient bangs up against the contemporary. It has a touch of everything. That's my style and that's what my work is about.

Post-Modernism was a reaction against Modernism. It came quite early to music and literature and a little later to architecture. And I think it's still coming to computer science.

Next month I will celebrate my 30th anniversary of marriage with my beautiful bride Vicki. Our marriage has been a blessing. I have gained even more respect for the institution over the past 3 decades and will defend it against attack.

As a system of philosophy it is not like the Tower of Babel so daring its high aim as to seek a shelter against God's anger but it is like a pyramid poised on its apex.

Anger is implanted in us as sort of sting to make us gnash with our teeth against the devil to make us vehement against him not to set us in array against each other.

The anger in the Brigade against those who fought the Republic in the rear was sharpened by reports of weapons even tanks being kept from the front and hidden for treacherous purposes.

It is only with burning anger that we can speak of this attack by counter-revolutionary reactionary elements against the capital of our country against our people's democratic order and the power of the working class.

Whoever incites anger has a strong insurance against indifference.

Fairest and dearest your wrath and anger are more heavy than I can bear but learn that I cannot tell what you wish me to say without sinning against my honour too grievously.

If either player abandon the game by quitting the table in anger or in an otherwise offensive manner or by momentarily resigning the game or refuses to abide by the decision of the Umpire the game must be scored against him.

Anger and hate against one we love steels our hearts but contempt or pity leaves us silent and ashamed.