I will try to account for the degree of my aesthetic emotion. That, I conceive, is the function of the critic.

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 ecstasy. Between aesthetic and religious rapture there is a family alliance. Art and Religion are means to similar states of mind.

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.

All sensitive people agree that there is a peculiar emotion provoked by works of art.

We showed a lot of emotion tonight. Now the first one is over and we can get to work.