We Have No Other Means Of Recognising

Let The Artist Have Just Enough To Eat, And The Tools Of This Trade: Ask Nothing Of Him. Materially Make The Life Of The Artist Sufficiently Miserable To Be Unattractive, And No-one Will Take To Art Save Those In Whom The Divine Daemon Is Absolute.

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.

Detail Is The Heart Of Realism, And The Fatty Degeneration Of Art.

Genius Worship Is The Inevitable Sign Of An Uncreative Age.