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.
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.
The forms of art are inexhaustible; but all lead by the same road of aesthetic emotion to the same world of aesthetic ecstasy.
I will try to account for the degree of my aesthetic emotion. That, I conceive, is the function of the critic.