Art In Its Widest Sense Is The

Sentir Mon Cœur Is A Privilege Only Granted To The Exceptional Man - The One Who Has The Ability To Find Words That Exactly (or, To Himself, Convincingly) Express His Feelings... The Value Of Words Help To Define The Feeling Itself... The Common Failure Is To Allow Habitual Words And Phrases, Flowing Spontaneously From The Memory, To Determine And Deform The Feelings.

But All Categories Of Art, Idealistic Or Realistic, Surrealistic Or Constructivist (a New Form Of Idealism) Must Satisfy A Simple Test (or They Are In No Sense Works Of Art): They Must Persist As Objects Of Contemplation.

The Only Sin Is Ugliness, And If We Believed This With All Our Being, All Other Activities Of The Human Spirit Could Be Left To Take Care Of Themselves.

Art Is Not And Never Has Been Subordinate To Moral Values. Moral Values Are Social Values; Aesthetic Values Are Human Values. Morality Seeks To Restrain The Feelings; Art Seeks To Define Them By Externalizing Them, By Giving Them Significant Form. Morality Has Only One Aim - The Ideal Good; Art Has Quite Another Aim - The Objective Truth... Art Never Changes.

In History, Stagnant Waters, Whether They Be The Stagnant Waters Of Custom Or Those Of Despotism, Harbour No Life; Life Is Dependent On The Ripples Created By A Few Eccentric Individuals. In Homage To That Life & Vitality, The Community Has To Brave Certain Perils And Must Countenance A Measure Of Heresy. One Must Live Dangerously If One Wants To Live At All.