No publisher should ever express an opinion on the value of what he publishes. That is a matter entirely for the literary critic to decide. I can quite understand how any ordinary critic would be strongly prejudiced against a work that was accompanied by a premature and unnecessary panegyric from the publisher. A publisher is simply a useful middle-man. It is not for him to anticipate the verdict of criticism.

If art is to have a special train, the critic must keep some seats reserved on it.

A poet can survive everything but a misprint.

I find him in the curves of certain lines, in the loveliness and subtleties of certain colours.

How long could you love a woman who didn't love you, Cecil? A woman who didn't love me? Oh, all my life!

Even things that are true can be proved.

Indeed I have always been of the opinion that hard work is simply the refuge of people who have nothing to do.