Dostoevsky's Visible World Was A World Of

There Are Two Sorts Of Curiosity - The Momentary And The Permanent. The Momentary Is Concerned With The Odd Appearance On The Surface Of Things. The Permanent Is Attracted By The Amazing And Consecutive Life That Flows On Beneath The Surface Of Things.

The Mirror That Strindberg Held Up To Nature Was A Cracked One. It Was Cracked In A Double Sense -- It Was Crazy. It Gave Back Broken Images Of A World Which It Made Look Like The Chaos Of A Lunatic Dream.

On The Whole, However, The Critic Is Far Less Of A Professional Faultfinder Than Is Sometimes Imagined. He Is First Of All A Virtue-finder, A Singer Of Praise. He Is Not Concerned With Getting Rid Of Dross Except In So Far As It Hides The Gold. In Other Words, The Destructive Side Of Criticism Is Purely A Subsidiary Affair. None Of The Best Critics Have Been Men Of Destructive Minds. They Are Like Gardeners Whose Business Is More With The Flowers Than With The Weeds.

There Is Nothing In Which The Birds Differ More From Man Than The Way In Which They Can Build And Yet Leave A Landscape As It Was Before.

Swinburne Was An Absurd Character. He Was A Bird Of Showy Strut And Plumage. One Could Not But Admire His Glorious Feathers; But, As Soon As He Began To Moult ... One Saw How Very Little Body There Was Underneath.