Style is not something applied. It is something that permeates.
Imagination...is the irrepressible revolutionist.
If some really acute observer made as much of egotism as Freud has made of sex, people would forget a good deal about sex and find the explanation for everything in egotism.
The mind is smaller than the eye.
A violent order is disorder; and a great disorder is an order. These two things are one.
You like it under the trees in autumn, because everything is half dead. The wind moves like a cripple among the leaves and repeats words without menaing.