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Art And Religion Are, Then, Two Roads By Which Men Escape From Circumstance To Ecstacy.

Comfort Came In With The Middle Classes.

We All Agree Now - By 'we' I Mean Intelligent People Under Sixty - That A Work Of Art Is Like A Rose. A Rose Is Not Beautiful Because It Is Like Something Else. Neither Is A Work Of Art. Roses And Works Of Art Are Beautiful In Themselves.

The Forms Of Art Are Inexhaustible; But All Lead By The Same Road Of Aesthetic Emotion To The Same World Of Aesthetic Ecstasy.

Detail Is The Heart Of Realism, And The Fatty Degeneration Of Art.