Only reason can convince us of those three fundamental truths without a recognition of which there can be no effective liberty: that what we believe is not necessarily true; that what we like is not necessarily good; and that all questions are open.

It would follow that 'significant form' was form behind which we catch a sense of ultimate reality.

Art and religion are, then, two roads by which men escape from circumstance to ecstacy.

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

Genius worship is the inevitable sign of an uncreative age.

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.

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.