Art is love. Philosophy is loneliness. Philosophy only begins when Art is dead. Art is courage, strength, power, exhiliration. Philosophy is fear, weakness, regret, spite.
To make love to your lover is a form of Art. To think about it is a form of philosophy.
Every philosopher is the failed artist wishing to bring down the temple he cannot enter.
Plato burn´d his - unmourn´d - dramatic manuscripts & then try´d to manufacture Platonopolis to justify his failure where he decreed that all great artists should be neuter´d to become eunuchs of high-pitch´d wisdom, like him & his new superior philosophical dialogues. Because the poet he wish´d to be still ate his heart & resented the failure of the man to become a poet.
Tell the man in love he is not happy & he will laugh at you. That is the artist & he will kiss his lover & ignore you.
Tell the man who is alone that he is not happy and he will believe you. That is the philosopher & he will write books & destroy.
Be ye artists or be ye philosophers?


