When one has praised Turgenev, however, for the beauty of his character and the beautiful truth of his art, one remembers that he, too, was human and therefore less than perfect. His chief failing was, perhaps, that of all the… — Robert Wilson Lynd Copy Share Image
It is almost impossible to remember how tragic a place the world is when one is playing golf. — Robert Wilson Lynd Copy Share Image
The belief in the possibility of a short decisive war appears to be one of the most ancient and dangerous of human illusions. — Robert Wilson Lynd Copy Share Image
It is doubtful if even experience of riches and success is as intense among those who have experienced nothing else as among those who… — Robert Wilson Lynd Copy Share Image
It is the custom when praising a Russian writer to do so at the expense of all other Russian writers. — Robert Wilson Lynd Copy Share Image
Chekhov will seek out the key situation in the life of a cabman or a charwoman, and make them glow for a brief moment… — Robert Wilson Lynd Copy Share Image
When people complain of the decay of manners they have in mind not the impudent abbreviations of the crowd, but the decline in bowing… — Robert Wilson Lynd Copy Share Image
The art of writing history is the art of emphasizing the significant facts at the expense of the insignificant. And it is the same… — Robert Wilson Lynd Copy Share Image
This is woman's great benevolence, that she will become a martyr for beauty, so that the world may have pleasure. — Robert Wilson Lynd Copy Share Image
The mirror that Strindberg held up to Nature was a cracked one. It was cracked in a double sense -- it was crazy. It… — Robert Wilson Lynd Copy Share Image
W. B. Yeats has created, if not a new world, a new star. He is not a reporter of life as it is, to… — Robert Wilson Lynd Copy Share Image
On the whole, however, the critic is far less of a professional faultfinder than is sometimes imagined. He is first of all a virtue-finder,… — Robert Wilson Lynd Copy Share Image
