Murder, Like Talent, Seems Occasionally To Run

Bad Acting, Like Bad Writing, Has A Remarkable Uniformity, Whether Seen On The French, German, Or English Stages; It All Seems Modeled After Two Or Three Types, And Those The Least Like Types Of Good Acting. The Fault Generally Lies Less In The Bad Imitation Of A Good Model, Than In The Successful Imitation Of A Bad Model.

Metaphysical Ghosts Cannot Be Killed, Because They Cannot Be Touched; But They May Be Dispelled By Dispelling The Twilight In Which Shadows And Solidities Are Easily Confounded. The Vital Principle Is An Entity Of This Ghostly Kind; And Although The Daylight Has Dissipated It, And Positive Biology Is No Longer Vexed With Its Visitations, It Nevertheless Reappears In Another Shape In The Shadowy Region Of Mystery Which Surrounds Biological And All Other Questions.

The Intensity Of Vision In The Artist And Of Vividness In His Creations Are The Sole Tests Of His Imaginative Power.

Endeavour To Be Faithful, And If There Is Any Beauty In Your Thought, Your Style Will Be Beautiful; If There Is Any Real Emotion To Express, The Expression Will Be Moving.

I Have Always Considered The Merry Wives One Of The Worst Plays, If Not Altogether The Worst, That Shakespeare Has Left Us. The Wit For The Most Part Is Dreary Or Foolish; The Tone Is Coarse And Farcical; And The Characters Want The Fine Distinctive Touches He So Well Knew How To Give. If Some Luckless Wight Had Written Such A Comedy In Our Time, I Should Like To See What The Critics Would Say To It?