I Will Try To Account For The

The Forms Of Art Are Inexhaustible; But All Lead By The Same Road Of Aesthetic Emotion To The Same World Of Aesthetic Ecstasy.

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.

Do Not Mistake A Crowd Of Big Wage Earners For The Leisure Class.

There Must Be Some One Quality Without Which A Work Of Art Cannot Exist; Possessing Which, In The Least Degree, No Work Is Altogether Worthless.