We live in an age of universal investigation, and of exploration of the sources of all movements.
Of what use is the memory of facts, if not to serve as an example of good or of evil?
Of what use were the arts if they were only the reproduction and the imitation of life?
Just as we descend into our consciences to judge of actions which our minds can not weigh, can we not also search in ourselves for the feeling which gives birth to forms of thought, always vague and cloudy?
Art ought never to be considered except in its relations with its ideal beauty.