Dostoevsky's Visible World Was A World Of

There Are Travelers Who Fear To Own Delicate Hands More Than To Meet A Lion, And Soldiers Who Would Rather Lose A Limb Than Gain A Beautiful Nose By Artificial Methods.

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.

The Days On Which One Has Been The Most Inquisitive Are Among The Days On Which One Has Been Happiest.

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.

When People Complain Of The Decay Of Manners They Have In Mind Not The Impudent Abbreviations Of The Crowd, But The Decline In Bowing And Scraping And In Speaking Of One's Employer As "the Master." What The Rich Mean By The Good Manners Of The Poor Is Usually Not Civility, But Servility.