Stagnation Is Something Worse Than Death. It

Neither Praise Nor Blame Is The Object Of True Criticism. Justly To Discriminate, Firmly To Establish, Wisely To Prescribe And Honestly To Award - These Are The True Aims And Duties Of Criticism.

But For That Blindness Which Is Inseparable From Malice, What Terrible Powers Of Evil Would It Possess! Fortunately For The World, Its Venom, Like That Of The Rattlesnake, When Most Poisonous, Clouds The Eye Of The Reptile, And Defeats Its Aim.

There Is A Native Baseness In The Ambition Which Seeks Beyond Its Desert, That Never Shows More Conspicuously Than When, No Matter How, It Temporarily Gains Its Object.

The Dread Of Criticism Is The Death Of Genius.

The Only Rational Liberty Is That Which Is Born Of Subjection, Reared In The Fear Of God And The Love Of Man.