To preserve myself from criticism, with humility (sic!):
The critic is he who can translate into another manner or a new material his impression of beautiful things. (…)
Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault.
Those who find beautiful meainings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope.
They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only Beauty. (…)
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