Art is dangerous. It is one of the attractions: when it ceases to be dangerous you don't want it.
None can less afford to delay than the aged sinner. Now is the time. Now or never. You have, as it were, one foot already in the grave. Your opportunities will soon be over. Strive, then, I entreat you, to enter in at the strait gate.
It's not that our family has no taste, it's just that our family's taste is inconsistent.