Here we are in the century of information, that is to say the unformed. Every kind of literature will be journalistic, with a science for ballast.
The present is always the best, even when its rough.
The literature of impotence is about to develop beyond measure.
The object is that which is objected against me.
When the house is blown up, there’s nothing to shut or open.
A literally perfect style should conceal itself so completely behind what it expresses that it goes unnoticed.