I do not resent criticism, even when, for the sake of emphasis, it parts for the time with reality.

I pay no attention whatever to anybody's praise or blame. I simply follow my own feelings.

To criticize is to appreciate, to appropriate, to take intellectual possession, to establish in fine a relation with the criticized thing and to make it one's own.

To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate the beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch Or a redeemed social condition; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded!

Criticism may not be agreeable, but it is necessary. It fulfills the same function as pain in the human body. It calls attention to an unhealthy state of things.

To live is in itself a value judgment. To breathe is to judge.

The lion doesn't turn around when the small dog barks.

It is far better to know our own weaknesses and failings than to point out those of others.

They criticize me for harping on the obvious; if all the folks in the United States would do the few simple things they know they ought to do, most of our big problems would take care of themselves.