A critic is a man created to praise greater men than himself, but he is never able to find them.
The critic is the duenna in the passionate affair between playwrights actors and audiences - a figure dreaded and occasionally comic but never welcome never loved.
Critics are like eunuchs in a harem: they know how it's done they've seen it done every day but they're unable to do it themselves.
Many critics are born of envy.
Critics work for you;they reveal your weaknesses.Critics work against you;they envy your strengths.Wisdom works for you;it counters your weaknesses.Faith works for you;it increases your strengths.Forg...
If you throw ice at the sun, it will melt; if you throw spears, they will burn; and if you throw bricks, they will crumble. The sun is invincible; all that comes before it is consumed.
A critic at best is a waiter at the great table of literature.
His words leap across rivers and mountains but his thoughts are still only six inches long.
I don't want to see the uncut version of anything.
There is, perhaps, no more dangerous man in the world than the man with the sensibilities of an artist but without creative talent. With luck such men make wonderful theatrical impresarios and interio...
This is what is known as perspective, and it is a swindle.
To many people dramatic criticism must seem like an attempt to tattoo soap bubbles.
Asking a working writer what he thinks about critics is like asking a lamppost how it feels about dogs.
Critasism is just a way of saying i'm jelous of your talents
Vilify! Vilify! Some of it will always stick.
It is easy - terribly easy - to shake a man's faith in himself. To take advantage of that to break a man's spirit is devil's work.
I started this dirty quote business when I noticed that I only tend to read authors when their quotes convince me of wit and style. In a world overflowing with bad literature and corrupted product-pla...
As for literary criticism in general: I have long felt that any reviewer who expresses rage and loathing for a novel or a play or a poem is preposterous. He or she is like a person who has put on full...
Analysis kills spontaneity. The grain once ground into flour springs and germinates no more.
There is probably no hell for authors in the next world--they suffer so much from critics and publishers in this one.