The true critic is he who bears within himself the dreams and ideas and feelings of myriad generations, and to whom no form of thought is alien, no emotional impulse obscure.
The whole effort of a sincere man is to erect his personal impressions into laws.
Their is no defense against criticism except obscurity.
There are two insults no human will endure. The assertion that he has no sense of humor and the doubly impertinent assertion that he has never known trouble.
There are two modes of criticism. One which crushes to earth without mercy all the humble buds of Phantasy, all the plants that, though green and fruitful, are also a prey to insects or have suffered by drought. It weeds well the garden, and cannot believe the weed in its native soil may be a pretty, graceful plant. There is another mode which enters into the natural history of every thing that breathes and lives, which believes no impulse to be entirely in vain, which scrutinizes circumstances, motive and object before it condemns, and believes there is a beauty in natural form, if its law and purpose be understood.
There has never been a statue erected to honor a critic.
There is one way to handle the ignorant and malicious critic. Ignore him.
There's a fine line between participation and mockery.
They condemn what they do not understand.
They will say you are on the wrong road, if it is your own.
This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force.
Those who can — do. Those who can't — criticize.
Those who have free seats at a play hiss first.
Though by whim, envy, or resentment led, they damn those authors whom they never read.
To avoid criticism, do nothing, say nothing, be nothing.
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.
To criticize is to appreciate, to appropriate, to take intellectual possession, to establish in fine a relation with the criticized thing and to make it one's own.
Unless a reviewer has the courage to give you unqualified praise, I say ignore the bastard.
Unlike other people, our reviewers are powerful because they believe in nothing.
We are suffering from too much sarcasm.
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