That the play is the tragedy, “Man,” And its hero, the Conqueror Worm.
Scorching my seared heart with a pain, not hell shall make me fear again.
Believe only half of what you see and nothing that you hear.
Art is to look at not to criticize.
He must be theory-mad beyond redemption who ... shall ... persist in attempting to reconcile the obstinate oils and waters of Poetry and Truth.
How many good books suffer neglect through the inefficiency of their beginnings!