The Preface
The artist is the<figure>.99ｌｉｂ.</figure> creator of beautiful things.
To reveal art ahe artist is arts aim.
The critic is he who translate into another manner or a new material his impression of beautiful things.
The highest as the lowest form of criticism is a mode of autobiography. Those who find ugly meanings iiful things are corrupt without being charming.
This is a fault.
Those who fiiful meanings iiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope.
They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only beauty.
There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or ba<figure>?9９ｌiｂ?</figure>dly written.
That is all.
The eenth tury dislike of realism is the rage of Caliban seeing his own fa a glass.
The eenth tury dislike of romanticism is the rage of Caliban not seeing his own fa a glass.
The moral life of man forms part of the subject-matter of the artist, but the morality of art sists in the perfect use of an imperfect medium. No artist desires to prove anything. Even things that are true be proved.
No artist has ethical sympathies.
Ahical sympathy in an artist is an unpardonable mannerism of style. No artis<details>.9９lｉb?</details>t is ever morbid. The artist express everything.
Thought and language are to the<mark></mark> artist instruments of an art.
Vid virtue are to the artist materials for an art.
From the point of view of form, the type of all the arts is the art of the musi.
From the point of view of feeling, the actors craft is the type.
All art is at once surfad symbol.
Those who go beh the surface do so at their peril.
Those who read the symbol do so at their peril.
It is the spectator, and not