impersonal. It belongs not to the man through whom it is manifested; it belongs to all. It is a diffusion of pure Truth; the Light of Heaven descending on all mankind.
Every work of genius, in whatsoever department of art, is a symbolic manifestation of impersonal Truth. It is universal, and finds a response in every heart in every age and race. Anything short of this is not genius, is not greatness. That work which defends a religion perishes; it is religion that lives. Theories about immortality fade away, immortal man endures; commentaries upon Truth come to the dust, Truth alone remains. That only is true in art which represents the True; that only is great in life which is universally and eternally true. The True is the Good; and the Good is the True.
Every immortal work springs from the Eternal Goodness in the human heart, and is clothed with the sweet and unaffected simplicity of goodness. The greatest art is, like nature, artless. It knows no trick, no pose, no studied effort. There are no
