A touch of science, even bogus science, gives an edge to the superstitious tale.

Sooner or later, the great men turn out to be all alike. They never stop working. They never lose a minute. It is very depressing.

Now, practically all reviewers have academic aspirations. The people from the universities are used to a captive audience, but the literary journalist has to please his audience.

Well, youth is the period of assumed personalities and disguises. It is the time of the sincerely insincere.

A natural New Yorker is a native of the present tense.

The peculiar foreign superstition that the English do not like love, the evidence being that they do not talk about it.

Criticism changes with the fashion of the time. A story is always a story.