We must believe that emotion recollected in tranquillity is an inexact >>
And what the dead had no speech for, when living, they can tell you, b >>
Love is most nearly itself when here and now cease to matter. >>
Without the meditative background that is criticism, works become isol >>
I'd rather be hissed at for a good verse, than applauded for a bad one >>
Men over forty are no judges of a book written in a new spirit. >>
We might remind ourselves that criticism is as inevitable as breathing, and that we should be none the worse for articulating what passes in our minds when we read a book and feel an emotion about it, for criticizing our own minds in their work of criticism.