The greatest benefit we owe to the artist, whether painter, poet, or novelist, is the extension of our sympathies … Art is the nearest thing to life; it is a mode of amplifying experience and extending our contact with our fellow-men beyond the bounds of our personal lot.
George Eliot, “The Natural History of German Life.”
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I like a dirty slum; not because I am naturally unclean … but because I generally find a certain sediment of philosophy precipitated in its gutters.
Fitz-James O’Brien
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