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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.
When my time on earth is gone, and my activities here are passed, I want they bury me upside down, read more
When my time on earth is gone, and my activities here are passed, I want they bury me upside down, and my critics can kiss my ass!
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.
Flatter me, and I may not believe you. Criticize me, and I may not like you. Ignore me, and I read more
Flatter me, and I may not believe you. Criticize me, and I may not like you. Ignore me, and I may not forgive you. Encourage me, and I will not forget you. Love me and I may be forced to love you.
The strength of criticism lies in the weakness of the thing criticized.
The strength of criticism lies in the weakness of the thing criticized.
They who write ill, and they who ne'er durst write,
Turn critics out of mere revenge and spite.
They who write ill, and they who ne'er durst write,
Turn critics out of mere revenge and spite.
Though by whim, envy, or resentment led,
They damn those authors whom they never read.
Though by whim, envy, or resentment led,
They damn those authors whom they never read.
"I'm an owl: you're another. Sir Critic, good day." And the
barber kept on shaving.
"I'm an owl: you're another. Sir Critic, good day." And the
barber kept on shaving.
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?
