If art is to have a special train, the critic must keep some seats reserved on it.

It is through Art, and through Art only, that we can realize our perfection; and through Art, and Art only, that we can shield ourselves from the sordid perils of actual existence.

The final revelation is that Lying, the telling of beautiful untrue things, is the proper aim of Art.

All art is at once surface and symbol. Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril.

Good artists exist simply in what they make, and consequently are perfectly uninteresting in what they are.

To reveal art and conceal the artist is art's aim.

The first duty in life is to be as artificial as possible. What the second duty is no one has yet discovered.

We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.

In modern life nothing produces such an effect as a good platitude. It makes the whole world kin.

They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only Beauty.