Criticism, that fine flower of personal expression in the garden of letters.

It's only those who do nothing that make no mistakes, I suppose.

My task, which I am trying to achieve is, by the power of the written word, to make you hear, to make you feel--it is, before all, to make you see.

It is to be remarked that a good many people are born curiously unfitted for the fate waiting them on this earth.

Any fool can carry on, but a wise man knows how to shorten sail in time.

There is a taint of death, a flavour of mortality in lies.

Any work that aspires, however humbly, to the condition of art should carry its justification in every line.