Comfort Came In With The Middle Classes.

All Sensitive People Agree That There Is A Peculiar Emotion Provoked By Works Of Art.

A Rose Is The Visible Result Of An Infinitude Of Complicated Goings On In The Bosom Of The Earth And In The Air Above, And Similarly A Work Of Art Is The Product Of Strange Activities In The Human Mind.

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.

It Is The Mark Of Great Art That Its Appeal Is Universal And Eternal.............. Great Art Remains Stable And Unobscure Because The Feelings That It Awakens Are Independent Of Time And Place, Because Its Kingdom Is Not Of This World. To Those Who Have And Hold A Sense Of The Significance Of Form What Does It Matter Whether The Forms That Move Them Were Created In Paris The Day Before Yesterday Or In Babylon Fifty Centuries Ago? The Forms Of Art Are Inexhaustible; But All Lead By The Same Road Of Aesthetic Emotion To The Same World Of Aesthetic Ecstasy.

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