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'..the doubt of one who would rather walk in mystery than in false lights,
who awaits that he may win, and who prefers the broken fragments of
truth to the imposing completeness of a delusion.'
'Life seen throughout as a countless
show of the finest works of Art; Life shaped, and
purged of the irrelevant, the gross, and the extravagant;
Life, as it were, spiritually selected that
is Truth; a thing as multiple, and changing, as subtle,
and strange, as Life itself, and as little to be bound
by dogma. Truth admits but the one rule:
No deficiency, and no excess! Disobedient to
that rule nothing attains full vitality.
And secretly fettered by that rule is Art, whose
business is the creation of vital things.That aesthete, to be sure, was right,
when he said: “It is Style that makes one
believe in a thing; nothing but Style.”
For, what is Style in its true and broadest sense
save fidelity to idea and mood, and perfect balance
in the clothing of them? '
