Taste has never been corrupted by simplicity.
Professional critics are incapable of distinguishing and appreciating either diamonds in the rough or gold in bars. They are traders, and in literature know only the coins that are current. Their critical lab has scales and weights, but neither crucible or touchstone.
Of the two, I prefer those who render vice lovable to those who degrade virtue.
Speech is but the incorporation of thought.
Superstition is the only religion of which base souls are capable of.
Logic works, metaphysics contemplates.