The cannon thunders... limbs fly in all directions... one can hear the >>
Evil is done without effort, naturally, it is the working of fate; goo >>
Nearly all our originality comes from the stamp that time impresses up >>
If you burn your neighbors house down, it doesn't make your house look >>
It is a barren kind of criticism which tells you what a thing is not. >>
Though by whim, envy, or resentment led, they damn those authors whom >>
To be just, that is to say, to justify its existence, criticism should be partial, passionate and political, that is to say, written from an exclusive point of view, but a point of view that opens up the widest horizons.