Those mausoleums of inactive masculinity are places for men who prefer armchairs to women.
Like many popular best-sellers, he was a very sad and solemn man who took himself too seriously and his art not seriously enough.
A short story is. . .frequently the celebration of character at bursting point.
We are used to the actions of human beings, not to their stillness.
A touch of science, even bogus science, gives an edge to the superstitious tale.
The peculiar foreign superstition that the English do not like love, the evidence being that they do not talk about it.