The latter assumes all the absurdities, all the infirmities, all the blemishes.

In this partition of mankind and of creation, to it fall the passions, vices, crimes; it is sensuous, fawning, greedy, miserly, false, incoherent, hypocritical; it is, in turn, Iago, Tartuffe, Basile, Polonius, Harpagon, Bartholo, Falstaff, Scapin, Figaro.

The beautiful has but one type, the ugly has a thousand.

The fact is that the beautiful, humanly speaking, is merely form considered in its simplest aspect in its most perfect symmetry, in its most entire harmony with our make-up.

Thus the _ensemble_ that it offers us is always complete, but restricted like ourselves.