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ARTIST

The artist is the  creator of a beautiful things 

 To reveal art and conceal the artist  is art's aim.

The critic is he who can 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  in beautiful things  are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault 

Those  who find beautiful meanings in beautiful 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 inmoral book. Books are well written or badly written. This is all.

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The moral life of man forms part of the subject-matter  pof the artists, but  mortality  of arts consist in the perfect use of an imperfect medium. 

 No artists desires ton prove anything. Even things that are true can be proved 

No artists has ethical sympathies. An ethical sympathy in an artist is an unpardonable mannerism of style. 

 No artist is ever morbid. The artists can express everything. 

Thought and language  are to the artist instruments of an art.

Vice and virtue are to  the artists materials for an art.

From the point of view of form, the type  of all the arts is the art of the musician. From teh point of view  of feelings, the actor's craft is the type . 

All art is at once surface do so t their peril 

These who go beneath the surface  do so  at their peril.

Those who read the symbol  do so at their peril 

It is the spectator, and not life, that art  really mirror

Diversity  of opinion about   a work of art shows that the work is new, complex, and vital.

When critics disagree the artist is in accord with himself. 

We can forgive a man for making a useful things as long as he does not admire it. The only excuse  for making useless thing is that one admires it intensely.

All art is quite  useless. 

Oscar Wilde . 

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