All Sensitive People Agree That

We Have No Other Means Of Recognising A Work Of Art Than Our Feeling For It.

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

We All Agree Now - By 'we' I Mean Intelligent People Under Sixty - That A Work Of Art Is Like A Rose. A Rose Is Not Beautiful Because It Is Like Something Else. Neither Is A Work Of Art. Roses And Works Of Art Are Beautiful In Themselves.

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.

The Starting-point For All Systems Of Aesthetics Must Be The Personal Experience Of A Peculiar Emotion. The Objects That Provoke This Emotion We Call Works Of Art.