It Is The Mark Of Great Art

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

Let The Artist Have Just Enough To Eat, And The Tools Of This Trade: Ask Nothing Of Him. Materially Make The Life Of The Artist Sufficiently Miserable To Be Unattractive, And No-one Will Take To Art Save Those In Whom The Divine Daemon Is Absolute.

Comfort Came In With The Middle Classes.

It Would Follow That 'significant Form' Was Form Behind Which We Catch A Sense Of Ultimate Reality.

I Will Try To Account For The Degree Of My Aesthetic Emotion. That, I Conceive, Is The Function Of The Critic.