You might say that shadows love masterpieces. They are fixed around them, like a kind of jewelry.
The sight of the human form feeds me and comforts me. I have infinite admiration for the nude — it is a cult.
Art shows people their raison d’etre. It reveals the meaning of life to them, and it enlightens them on their destiny and so guides them through existence.
It is painful to note that we find similar faults in the two opposing schools of thought: the bourgeois and the socialist. ‘Let us moralize! Let us moralize!’ they both cry with the passion of missionaries. Of course, one preaches bourgeois morality and the other socialist morality. From now on art is nothing but a matter of propaganda. Does art have any use? Yes. Why? Because it is art. Is there such a thing as pernicious art? Yes. It is art that disturbs people’s living conditions.
Life expressed poetically and real life, that is to say Art and Morality, are two completely different worlds, and it is appalling sophistry to judge the one in the light of the other. The benchmark for real life is goodness in the view of some, usefulness (or truth) for others, whereas the benchmark for art is beauty. […] In practice they [the beautiful and the good] are distinct and cannot be brought together without descending into absurdity. The moment Morality takes it upon itself to dictate terms to Art, I see no reason why Geometry, for example, should not also poke its nose in at an obtuse angle.