Trust not yourself; but your defects to know, Make use of ev'ry friend—and ev'ry foe.
An Essay on CriticismWords are like Leaves; and where they most abound, Much Fruit of Sense beneath is rarely found.
An Essay on CriticismThe criminal is the creative artist; the detective only the critic.
The Blue Cross: A Father Brown MysteryHonest criticism and sensible appreciation are directed not upon the poet but upon the poetry.
Collected Poems, 1909-1962I don’t want to be a critic of the world. I want to encourage it.
Another Vagabond Lost To Love: Berlin Stories on Leaving & Arriving