Art is the love of truth, as well as the love of  falsehood; of truth in that it relies on finding the right relationship  between things, of falsehood in that it always leads to an artificial result. But, in order for this fiction to be worthy of consideration, the one who created it must be animated by a great love of truth.


The love of truth pushed to the extreme in art denies truth and destroys it. There is thus a mysterious limit that the mind must reach, but not exceed.