The artist is the creator of all beautiful things. To reveal art and conceal the artist is arts aim. The critic is he whom can translate into another manner or a new or a new material in his impression of beautiful things. The highest, as lowest form of criticism is a mode of autobiography. Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is afault. Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there are hope. They are the elect to whom beautifulthings means only beauty. There is no such thing is a moral or immoral book...they are well written or badly written. That is all. The nineteenth centery dislike of realism is the rage of Caliban, seeing his own face in the glass, The nineteenth centry dislike of romanticism is the rage of Caliban not seeing his own face in the glass. The moral of man forms part of the subject matter of the artis, but the morality of art consist in the perfect use of an imperfect medium. No artist desires to prove anything. Even things that are true can be proved. No artist has ethical sympathy. Ethical sympathy in an artist is an unpardonable mannerism of style. No artist is ever morbid. The artist can express anything. Thought and language are the instruments of an artist. Vice and virtue are to the materials for an artist. From the point of view of form, the type of all art is the art or a musician. From the point of view of feeling, the actor's craft is the type. All art is at once surface and symbol. Those who beneath the surface, do so at peril. Those who read the symbol do so at there peril. It is the spectator and not life, that art really mirrors. Diversity of the opinion about the work of art shows that work is new, complex, and vital. When critics disagree, the artist is accord with himself. We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as he does not admire it. The only excuse for making a usless thing is that one admires it intensely. All art is useless...This is art.....
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