There is not one line or conception in it on the grand scale, or even the grandiose.

It is a devil's toy-house.
One feels like a mouse in a mouse-trap so small one cannot turn around.
In Intolerance, Griffith hurls nation at nation, race at race, century against century, and his camera is not only a telescope across the plains of Babylon, but across the ages.

Griffith is, in Intolerance, the ungrammatical Byron of the films, but certainly as magnificent as Byron, and since he is the first of his kind I, for one, am willing to name him with Marlowe.
But for technical study for Art Schools, The Cabinet of Dr.Caligari is more profitable.

It shows how masterpieces can be made, with the second-hand furniture of any attic.

But I hope fairy-tales, not diabolical stories, will come from these attics.