The
Preface
to The Picture of Dorian Gray |
The artist is the creator of 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 criti- |
cism 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 |
immoral book. Books are well written, |
or badly written. That is all. |
The nineteenth century dislike of Realism is the |
rage of Caliban seeing his own face in a glass. |
The nineteenth century dislike of |
Romanticism is the rage of Caliban |
not seeing his own face in a glass. |
The moral life of man forms part of the |
subject-matter of the artist, but the morality |
of art consists in the perfect use of an im- |
perfect medium. |
No artist desires to prove anything. Even |
things that are true can be proved. |
No artist has ethical sympathies. An |
ethical sympathy in an artist is an un- |
pardonable mannerism of style. |
No artist is ever morbid. The artist |
can express everything. |
Thought and language are to the artist |
instruments of an art. |
Vice and virtue are to the artist materials |
for an art. |
From the point of view of form, the type of all |
the arts is the art of the musician. From the |
point of view of feeling, the actor’s craft is the |
type. |
All art is at once surface and |
symbol. |
Those 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 |
mirrors. |
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 |
thing as long as he does not admire it. The |
only excuse for making a useless thing is that |
one admires it intensely. |
All art is quite useless. |
OSCAR WILDE |