Alice Duer Miller,
A Clash of Sentimentalists
(1903)
“ Criticism is so useless, with a person like yourself. For you are among those who, when accident has caused your affection to adhere, when chance has picked out a subject for idealization, care so little for truth as to call all criticism abuse. You speak of not belittling your past feeling, "even for me." don't you see, my dear Hubert, that is the last thing in the world that I should want you to do—that indeed the quantity of your feeling for her is the only thing that now remains to my liking: the quality, since I have seen her, I but too readily recognize. ”
