When we shout at the oak tree, the oak tree is not offended. When we praise the oak tree, it doesn't raise its nose. We can learn the Dharma from the oak tree; therefore, the oak tree is part of our Dharmakaya. We can learn from everything that is around, that is in us.
Your shower shoes have fungus on them. You'll never make it to the bigs with fungus on your shower shoes. Think classy, you'll be classy. If you win 20 in the show, you can let the fungus grow back and the press'll think you're colorful. Until you win 20 in the show, however, it means you are a slob.
An oak tree is an oak tree. That is all it has to do. If an oak tree is less than an oak tree, then we are all in trouble.
the labors of the true critic are more essential to the author, even, than to the reader.
The most noble criticism is that in which the critic is not the antagonist so much as the rival of the author.
Deconstruction glorifies the critic, humiliates the author, and makes the reader wonder why he bothered.
A critic knows more than the author he criticizes, or just as much, or at least somewhat less.
Everybody wants to be a critic: a critic without the actual accolades to be a critic.
A critic should be taught to criticise a work of art without making any reference to the personality of the author.
I change my socks often, because I had bad bouts of athlete's foot fungus infections as a kid. I may be able to change socks less frequently and not get the fungus. But, I'd rather not run the test to determine just how infrequently I could change socks. I don't feel superstitious about it.
George Foreman can knock down
an oak tree
... but oak trees don't move.
The oak, when living, monarch of the wood; The English oak, which, dead, commands the flood.
A work, however, should be judged by its design and its execution, and not by any preconceived notion of what it ought to be according to the critic, rather than the author.
This whole creation is essentially subjective, and the dream is the theater where the dreamer is at once: scene, actor, prompter, stage manager, author, audience, and critic.
For the critic, the author does not exist; only a certain number of writings exist.
Then here 's to the oak, the brave old oak, Who stands in his pride alone! And still flourish he a hale green tree When a hundred years are gone!