"The field of Mr. Crawford's imagination appears to be unbounded.... In 'Zoroaster' Mr. Crawford's winged fancy ventures a daring flight.... Yet 'Zoroaster' is a novel rather than a drama. It is a drama in the force of its situations and in the poetry and dignity of its language; but its men and women are not men and women of a play. By the naturalness of their conversation and behavior they seem to live and lay hold of our human sympathy more than the same characters on a stage could possibly do."—The Times.