If it had been your exact thought you would have used my exact words.
A regular reviewer, whose fodder must by its nature be mostly mediocre or worse, can discharge his responsibilities to his readers only by continual pans, often of his friends and acquaintances; and this is more than human nature can bear.
There is a certain type of purveyor of ideas, too stupid to be anything but candid, which makes him useful, like the canary in a coal mine.
The desire for respectability is the censor’s natural ally.
Great literature inspires us to read; bad but celebrated literature inspires us to write.
Anybody can equivocate; ambiguity takes talent.
The soul of brevity is silence.
We read, and imagine we can write; and write, and imagine we can think.
You need not be anonymous as long as no one stupid can understand you.
At fifty everyone has the prose style he deserves.
Clear, brief, precise — choose two.