Set wide the window. Let me drink the day.

Since the Americans have ceased to have dyspepsia, they have lost the only thing that gave them any expression.

And you'll sit beside me, and we'll look, not at visions, but at realities.

Dialogue in fiction should be reserved for the culminating moments and regarded as the spray into which the great wave of narrative breaks in curving towards the watcher on the shore.

After all, one knows one's weak points so well, that it's rather bewildering to have the critics overlook them and invent others.

The essence of taste is suitability. Divest the word of its prim and priggish implications, and see how it expresses the mysterious demand of the eye and mind for symmetry, harmony and order.

It's you who are telling me; opening my eyes to things I'd looked at so long that I'd ceased to see them.