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People ask for criticism, but they only want praise.
People ask for criticism, but they only want praise.
Any fool can criticize, condemn and complain and most fools do.
Any fool can criticize, condemn and complain and most fools do.
Said the pot to the kettle, "Get away, blackface."
[Sp., Dijo la sarten a la caldera, quitate alla ojinegra.]
Said the pot to the kettle, "Get away, blackface."
[Sp., Dijo la sarten a la caldera, quitate alla ojinegra.]
The strength of criticism lies in the weakness of the thing criticized.
The strength of criticism lies in the weakness of the thing criticized.
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where read more
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; because there is not effort without error and shortcomings; but who does actually strive to do the deed; who knows the great enthusiasm, the great devotion, who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement and who at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly. So that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.
There are come Critics so with Spleen diseased,
They scarcely come inclining to be pleased:
And sure read more
There are come Critics so with Spleen diseased,
They scarcely come inclining to be pleased:
And sure he must have more than mortal Skill,
Who please one against his Will.
Those who do not read criticism will rarely merit to be
criticised.
Those who do not read criticism will rarely merit to be
criticised.
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.
