The Cult Of Art Gives Pride; One

But The Disparaging Of Those We Love Always Alienates Us From Them To Some Extent. We Must Not Touch Our Idols; The Gilt Comes Off In Our Hands.

The Heart, Like The Stomach, Wants A Varied Diet.

Exuberance Is Better Than Taste.

Art Requires Neither Complaisance Nor Politeness; Nothing But Faith, Faith And Freedom.

The Most Important Quality Of Art And Its Aim Is Illusion; Emotion, Which Is Often Obtained By Certain Sacrifices Of Poetic Detail, Is Something Else Entirely And Of An Inferior Order.