It Is The Mark Of

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.

It Is The Mark Of Great Art That Its Appeal Is Universal And Eternal.

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.

It Would Follow That 'significant Form' Was Form Behind Which We Catch A Sense Of Ultimate Reality.