Leo Tolstoy,
The Works of Guy de Maupassant
(1894)
“ In reality, when we read or contemplate an artistic production by a new author, the fundamental question which arises in our soul is always this: "Well, what kind of a man are you? How do you differ from all other men whom I know, and what new thing can you tell me about the way we ought to look upon our life?" No matter what the artist may represent, -- saints, robbers, kings, lackeys, -- we seek and see only the artist's soul. If he is an old, familiar artist, the question is no longer, "who are you?" ”
