The Picture of Dorian
Gray
by
Oscar Wilde
The
Preface
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 criticism
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 imperfect 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 unpardonable
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
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