Does the onlooker realize the amount of affection which goes into a work of art - the intense affection - the belligerent vitality - and total conviction? To the artist it must be total to provide satisfaction. Does the critic, the audience, the philosopher even possess the intensity of affection for the work which its creator possessed? Or do they deal in the quality at all? Is this emotion too highly keyed - is it outside their lives? Or are they too skeptical? Or do they need written confirmation and general acceptance before they will let their own natural response be admitted to themselves?
Excerpted from a speech given in Deerfield, Mass., Sept. 24, 1952.