Oxford lends sweetness to labour and dignity to leisure.

I intend to judge things for myself; to judge wrongly, I think, is more honorable than not to judge at all.

Life is a predicament which precedes death.

We must grant the artist his subject, his idea, his donn´e: our criticism is applied only to what he makes of it.

If the artist is necessarily sensitive, does that sensitiveness form in its essence a state constantly liable to shade off into the morbid? Does this liability, moreover, increase in proportion as the effort is great and the ambition intense?

Adjectives are the sugar of literature and adverbs the salt.

There are two kinds of taste, the taste for emotions of surprise and the taste for emotions of recognition.