“Style, after all, is a kind of humor,Something truly beneath contempt...”
“all men carry murder in their hearts, yet even so, the poisoner is beneath contempt.”
“Style is but the faintly contemptible vessel in which the bitter liquid is recommended to the world.”
“All styles are good except the tiresome kind.”
“That for which we find words is something already dead in our hearts. There is always a kind of contempt in the act of speaking.”
“the whole purport of literature...is the notation of the heart. Style is but the faintly contemptible vessel in which the bitter liquid is recommended to the world.”