There Are Many Justifications Of Silence; There

It Will Often Be A Question When A Man Is Or Is Not Wise In Advancing Unpalatable Opinions, Or In Preaching Heresies; But It Can Never Be A Question That A Man Should Be Silent If Unprepared To Speak The Truth As He Conceives It.

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?

A Man May Be Buoyed Up By The Efflation Of His Wild Desires To Brave Any Imaginable Peril; But He Cannot Calmly See One He Loves Braving The Same Peril; Simply Because He Cannot Feel Within Turn That Which Prompts Another. He Sees The Danger, And Feels Not The Power That Is To Overcome It.

The Mathematician Who Is Without Value To Mathematicians, The Thinker Who Is Obscure Or Meaningless To Thinkers, The Dramatist Who Fails To Move The Pit, May Be Wise, May Be Eminent, But As An Author He Has Failed.

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.