An artist is a cut above the critic, for the artist is writing something which will move the critic. The critic is writing something which will move everybody but the artist
Conflictis the gadfly of thought. It stirs us to observation and memory. Itinstigates to invention. It shocks us out of sheeplikepassivity, and sets us at noting and contriving.
If you are distressed by anything external, the pain isnot due to the thing itself but to your own estimate of it; and this you havethe power to revoke at any moment.
