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Any fool can criticize, condemn, and complain but it takes character and self control to be understanding and forgiving.
Any fool can criticize, condemn, and complain but it takes character and self control to be understanding and forgiving.
When we judge or criticize another person, it says nothing about that person; it merely says something about our own read more
When we judge or criticize another person, it says nothing about that person; it merely says something about our own need to be critical.
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.
The press, the pulpit, and the stage,
Conspire to censure and expose our age.
The press, the pulpit, and the stage,
Conspire to censure and expose our age.
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.
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.
What distinguishes modern art from the art of other ages is criticism.
What distinguishes modern art from the art of other ages is criticism.
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 never give them hell; I just tell them the truth and they think it is hell.
I never give them hell; I just tell them the truth and they think it is hell.
