Critics are sentinels in the grand army of letters, stationed at the corners of newspapers and reviews, to challenge every new author.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOWFor age is opportunity no less Than youth itself, though in another dress, And as the evening twilight fades away The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.
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The counterfeit and counterpart of Nature is reproduced in art.
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Man is always more than he can know of himself; consequently, his accomplishments, time and again, will come as a surprise to him.
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For his heart was in his work, and the heart giveth grace unto every art.
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A single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years mere study of books.
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A torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child.
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When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.
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It takes less time to do a thing right, than it does to explain why you did it wrong.
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Lives of great men all remind us, we can make our lives sublime, and, departing, leave behind us, footprints on the sands of time.
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The strength of criticism lies in the weakness of the thing criticized.
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Method is more important than strength, when you wish to control your enemies.
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If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it.
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Most people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled with great ambitions.
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That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.
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The mind of the scholar, if he would leave it large and liberal, should come in contact with other minds.
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Not in the clamor of the crowded street, not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.
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