Quote by Groucho Marx

Well, Art is Art, isn't it? Still, on the other hand, water is water. And east is east and west is west and if you take cranberries and stew them like applesauce they taste much more like prunes than rhubarb does. Now you tell me what you know.

Well, Art is Art, isn't it? Still, on the other hand, water

Summary

This quote by Groucho Marx highlights the contrasting nature of various concepts and objects. Groucho points out that art, like water, is simply what it is - no way around it. He also emphasizes the distinctiveness of east and west, as well as the unique qualities of different fruits. The underlying message invites the listener to reflect on the subjective nature of knowledge and challenge their assumptions. Ultimately, Groucho leaves us puzzled, as if asking us to decide for ourselves what we truly understand in this world.

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