There is no new thing under the sun.

Novelties please less than they impress.

The wise man, the sage, is hostile to the new. Disabused, he abdicates: that is his form of protest.

Only God and some few rare geniuses can keep forging ahead into novelty.

A brand new mediocrity is thought more of than accustomed excellence.

We have learned so well how to absorb novelty that receptivity itself has turned into a kind of tradition- "the tradition of the new." Yesterdays avant-garde experiment is today's chic and tomorrows cliche.

It is always the latest song that an audience applauds the most.

As soon as we are shown the existence of something old in a new thing, we are pacified.

"What's new?" is an interesting and broadening eternal question, but one which, if pursued exclusively, results only in an endless parade of trivia and fashion, the silt of tomorrow.