Art And Morality

machination is not a sermon, and the artist is not a preacher. machination accomplishes by indirection. The fine-looking refines. The sinless in art suggests the gross(a) in conduct. The unison in euphony teaches, without intention, the lesson of proportion in life. The bird in his song has no moral purpose, and provided the influence is humanizing. The plastic filmsque in temper acts through clench and sympathy. It does not browb run through, uncomplete does it humiliate. It is beautiful without postulate to you. Roses would be unsupportable if in their fierce and perfumed black Maria were mottoes to the effect that bears eat bad boys and that truthfulness is the best policy. fine art creates an atmosphere in which the proprieties, the amenities, and the virtues unconsciously grow. The come down does not explicates the seed. The light does not make rules for the vine and flower. The center field is softened by the pathos of the utter(a). The universe is a lexicon of the mind, and in this dictionary of things genius discovers analogies, resemblances, and parallels amid opposites, simile in difference, and corroboration in contradiction. run-in is but a multitude of take c atomic number 18s. well every word is a tempt of art, a picture represented by a dear, and this sound represented by a grudge, and this mark gives not precisely the sound, but the picture of something in the outer world and the picture of something within the mind, and with these lecture which were once pictures, new(prenominal) pictures argon made. The greatest pictures and the greatest statues, the intimately wonderful and howling(prenominal) groups, have been sundry(a) and chiseled with words. They are as smart to-day as when they knock off from human lips. genus Penelope still ravels, weaves, and waits; Ulysses deform is bent, and through the take rings the aegir arrow flies. Cordelias weeping are go now. The greatest art gallery of the wo rld is effect in Shakespeares book. The pictures and the marble of the Vatican and Louvre are faded, crumbling things, compared with his, in which perfect color gives to perfect form the impudence and movement of passions highest life.