My criticisms are always simple; they are limited to one word:MOmit! Every syllable that can be struck out is pure profit, and every page that can be economised is a five-per-cent dividend. Nature rebels against this rule; the flesh is weak, and shrinks from the scissors; I groan in retrospect over the weak words and useless pages I have written; but the law is sound, and every book written without a superfluous page or word is a masterpiece.
All the same, no one cares to apply so stern a law to another person. One has right to be severe only with oneself.