The style is the man himself.

Epithets, like pepper, Give zest to what you write; And if you strew them sparely, They whet the appetite: But if you lay them on too thick, You spoil the matter quite!

Style is the dress of thoughts; and let them be ever so just, if your style is homely, coarse, and vulgar, they will appear to as much disadvantage.

Manner is all in all, whatever is writ, The substitute for genius, sense, and wit.

Style is the perfection of a point of view.

All progress in literary style lies in the heroic resolve to cast aside accretions and exuberances, all the conventions of a past age that were once beautiful because alive and are now false because dead.

The great writer finds style as the mystic finds God, in his own soul.

I just couldn't make the grade as a hack-that, like everything else, requires a certain practiced excellence.

If any man wish to write a clear style, let him be first clear in his thoughts; and if any would write in a noble style, let him first possess a noble soul.

I might say that what amateurs call a style is usually only the unavoidable awkwardness in first trying to make something that has not heretofore been made.