The books that the world calls immoral are books that show the world its shame. Wait fifty years, and they do not seem so daring or dangerous, so godlike or so devilish. One age's oddities and curiosities are often another's masterpieces. It may be that it requires a long absorptive time for a unique style to be understood and then admired, or an original thought to be comprehended and then appreciated. The resistance to such phenomena is great.
Most people prefer the easy and familiar . . .
Only the future reveres the original and daring style. You're there to be shot at, and that's part of it. It is not the critic who counts, nor the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena. A critic is a man who expects miracles.