We Have No Other Means Of Recognising

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

Art And Relligion Are Not Professions: They Are Not Occupations For Which Men Can Be Paid. The Artist And The Saint Do What They Have To Do, Not To Make A Living, But In Obedience To Some Mysterious Necessity. They Do Not Product To Live - They Live To Produce.

There Must Be Some One Quality Without Which A Work Of Art Cannot Exist; Possessing Which, In The Least Degree, No Work Is Altogether Worthless.

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

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