Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope.
To reveal art and conceal the artist is arts aim.
Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril.
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The nineteenth century dislike of romanticism is the rage of Caliban not seeing his own face in a glass.
Thought and language are to the artist instruments of an art.
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All art is quite useless.
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Those who read the symbol do so at their peril.
From the point of view of form, the type of all the arts is the art of the musician.
From the point of view of feeling, the actors craft is the type.
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The nineteenth century dislike of realism is the rage of Caliban seeing his own face in a glass.
We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as he does not admire it. The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely.
Diversity of opinion about a work of art shows that the work is new, complex, and vital.
The h九-九-藏-书-网ighest as the lowest form of criticism is a mode of autobiography. Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming.
The critic is he who can translate into another manner or a new material his impression of beautiful things.
The Preface
OSCAR WILDE
They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only beauty.