Works of art, in my opinion, are the only objects in the material universe to possess internal order, and that is why, though I don't believe that on… - E. M. Forster

But a lover is dogmatic. To him the world shall be beautiful and pure. When it is not, he ignores it.

George had turned at the sound of her arrival. For a moment he contemplated her, as one who had fallen out of heaven. He saw radiant joy in her face, he saw the flowers beat against her dress in blue waves. The bushes above them closed. He stepped quickly forward and kissed her.
Before she could speak, almost before she could feel, a voice called 'Lucy! Lucy! Lucy!' The silence of life had been broken by Miss Bartlett, who stood brown against the view.

...for literature had always been a solace for him, something that the ugliness of facts could not spoil.