The True Work Of A Critic Is

Nature Is Painting For Us, Day After Day, Pictures Of Infinite Beauty.

Imperfection Is In Some Sort Essential To All That We Know In Life.

Temperance, In The Nobler Sense, Does Not Mean A Subdued And Imperfect Energy; It Does Not Mean A Stopping Short In Any Good Thing, As In Love And In Faith; But It Means The Power Which Governs The Most Intense Energy, And Prevents Its Acting In Way But As It Ought.

No Good Is Ever Done To Society By The Pictorial Representation Of Its Diseases.

Modern Education Has Devoted Itself To The Teaching Of Impudence, And Then We Complain That We Can No Longer Control Our Mobs.