Robinson Jeffers wrote a poem entitled, “Wise Men in Their Bad Hours” and the final stanza goes like this:
The mountains are dead stone, the people
Admire or hate their stature, their insolent quietness,
The mountains are not softened nor troubled
And a few dead men's thoughts have the same temper.
That’s right. The mountains do their duty and stand. They are totally unbothered by the critic. So, I believe, is a great man. Who goes about his business, not for influence or gain, but rather for the purity of doing good work.
When you do what you do for a reason deeper than how people view you, you gain an invincibility to the criticisms of those who would cast stones.