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Critics? Don't talk to me of critics! You think some jackanapes journalist, his soul eaten away by the maggots of read more
Critics? Don't talk to me of critics! You think some jackanapes journalist, his soul eaten away by the maggots of jealousy and failure, has anything worthwhile to say of art? I don't.
The public is the only critic whose opinion is worth anything at all.
The public is the only critic whose opinion is worth anything at all.
How much easier it is to be critical than to be correct.
How much easier it is to be critical than to be correct.
When I read the rules of criticism, I immediately inquire after
the works of the author who has written read more
When I read the rules of criticism, I immediately inquire after
the works of the author who has written them, and by that means
discover what it is he likes in a composition.
Criticism is easy, and art is difficult.
[Fr., La critique est aisee, et l'art est difficile.]
Criticism is easy, and art is difficult.
[Fr., La critique est aisee, et l'art est difficile.]
It is much easier to be critical than to be correct.
It is much easier to be critical than to be correct.
A man must serve his time to every trade
Save censure--critics all are ready made.
Take hackney'd read more
A man must serve his time to every trade
Save censure--critics all are ready made.
Take hackney'd jokes from Miller, got by rote,
With just enough of learning to misquote;
A mind well skill'd to find or forge a fault;
A turn for punning, call it Attic salt;
To Jeffrey go, be silent and discreet,
His pay is just ten sterling pounds per sheet;
Fear not to lie, 'twill seem a lucky hit;
Shrink not from blasphemy, 'twill pass for wit;
Care not for feeling--pass your proper jest,
And stand a critic, hated yet caress'd.
Reviewers are forever telling authors they can't understand them.
The author might often reply: Is that my fault?
Reviewers are forever telling authors they can't understand them.
The author might often reply: Is that my fault?
As soon
Seek roses in December--ice in June,
Hope, constancy in wind, or corn in chaff;
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As soon
Seek roses in December--ice in June,
Hope, constancy in wind, or corn in chaff;
Believe a woman or an epitaph,
Or any other thing that's false, before
You trust in critics.
