And, after all, it is style alone by which posterity will judge
of a great work, for an author read more

And, after all, it is style alone by which posterity will judge
of a great work, for an author can have nothing truly his own but
his style.

Obscurity is the realm of error.
[Fr., L'obscurite est le royaume de l'erreur.]

Obscurity is the realm of error.
[Fr., L'obscurite est le royaume de l'erreur.]

When Croft's "Life of Dr. Young" was spoken of as a good
imitation of Dr. Johnson's style, "No, no," read more

When Croft's "Life of Dr. Young" was spoken of as a good
imitation of Dr. Johnson's style, "No, no," said he, "it is not a
good imitation of Johnson; it has all his pomp without his force;
it has all the nodosities of the oak, without its strength; it
has all the contortions of the sibyl, without the inspiration."

The style is the man.
[Fr., Le style c'est l'homme.]

The style is the man.
[Fr., Le style c'est l'homme.]

Style! style! why, all writers will tell you that it is the very
thing which can least of all read more

Style! style! why, all writers will tell you that it is the very
thing which can least of all be changed. A man's style is nearly
as much a part of him as his physiognomy, his figure, the
throbbing of this pulse,--in short, as any part of his being is
at least subjected to the action of the will.

"Style" is an expression of individualism mixed with charisma. Fashion is something that comes after style.

"Style" is an expression of individualism mixed with charisma. Fashion is something that comes after style.

I do not go down and sit in front of the computer and make myself write; that's not my style.

I do not go down and sit in front of the computer and make myself write; that's not my style.

Style is the dress of thoughts.
- Philip Dormer Stanhope, fourth Earl of Chesterfield,

Style is the dress of thoughts.
- Philip Dormer Stanhope, fourth Earl of Chesterfield,

The gloomy comparisons of a disturbed imagination, the melancholy
madness of poetry without the inspiration.

The gloomy comparisons of a disturbed imagination, the melancholy
madness of poetry without the inspiration.