Critics are sentinels in the grand army of letters, stationed at the corners of newspapers and reviews, to challenge every new author.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowThis is the place. Stand still, my steed,- Let me review the scene, And summon from the shadowy past The forms that once have been.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowMercy more becomes a magistrate than the vindictive wrath which men call justice.
Henry Wadsworth LongfellowIt is a beautiful trait in the lover's character, that they think no evil of the object loved.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow