More and more people think of the critic as an indispensable middle man between writer and reader, and would no more read a book alone, if they could help it, than have a baby alone.

To Americans, English manners are far more frightening than none at all.

Art is long, and critics are the insects of a day.

We can't tell our life from our wish

I think that one possible definition of our modern culture is that it is one in which nine-tenths of our intellectuals can't read any poetry.

The novel is a prose narrative of some length that has something wrong with it.

I decided that Europeans and Americans are like men and women: they understand each other worse, and it matters less, than either of them suppose.