Style (n.) is rare, such that many people wait their whole life long for an opportunity of being good in their fashion.
Style (n.) is style in fighting to be admired all the more.
Style (n.) arises in a grand fashion in those moments when beauty wins a victory over the monstrous.
Style (n.) is the 'how' of a mode of life, insofar as it has a transformative aspect with respect to life.
Style (n.) is good when it genuinely communicates an inner condition and does not blunder over the signs, over their tempo, or over moods.
Style (n.) is, in its grandeur, the expression of the highest sensation of power and security.
Style (n.) fails most thinkers because they communicate not only their thoughts but the thinking of their thoughts.
Style (n.) turns florid from a poverty of organizing power in the face of a superabundance of means and ends.
Style (n.) is improved only by improving one's thoughts and nothing else — and if you don't agree at once, you can't be convinced.
Style (n.) is corrupted by wanting to show more feeling than one has; great art arrests feelings before their conclusion, a modesty that transfigures them by showing them soberer than they are.
Style (n.) keeps away as much as it admits: one writes wishing just as surely not to be understood by just anybody, erecting barriers against 'the others.'
Style (n.) in my hands is a dance — a play of symmetries of every kind, and an overleaping and mockery of these symmetries, down into the very vowels.