Such and so various are the tastes of men.

Seeks painted trifles and fantastic toys, And eagerly pursues imaginary joys.

The man forget not, though in rags he lies, And know the mortal through a crown's disguise.

Than Timoleon's arms require, And Tully's curule chair, and Milton's golden lyre.

I listen to a lot of [Bob] Dylan, who I like a lot. I like Bruce Springsteen. I like T. Rex. I like all different kinds of music. One minute I'll be listening …

No original Gauguins were to be seen in Australia, for post-impressionism was officially thought to be the vulgar effusion of five-thumbed lunatics.

The author of Amelia, the most singular genius which their island ever produced, whose works it has long been the fashion to abuse in public and to read in sec…