Then they began saying, "Get hold of him. Put him in Mercury." Now as you know I have two sculptures by Brancusi and several pretty things and I did not want them to start getting rough, so I said, pa...
We schoolmasters must temper discretion with deceit.
You can't ever tell what's going to hurt people.
The vision fades, the soul sickens, and the routine of survival starts again.
Perhaps all our loves are merely hints and symbols; vagabond-language scrawled on gate-posts and paving-stones along the weary road that others have tramped before us; perhaps you and I are types and...
Oxford, in those days, was still a city of aquatint. In her spacious and quiet streets men walked and spoke as they had done in Newman's day; her autumnal mists, her grey springtime, and the rare glor...
O God, make me good, but not yet.
Now we shall both be alone, and I shall have no way of making you understand.''I don't want to make it easier for you,' I said; 'I hope your heart may break; but I do understand.
Downstairs Peter Beste-Chetwynde mixed himself another brandy and soda and turned a page in Havelock Ellis, which, next to , was his favourite book.
The human soul enjoys these rare, classical periods, but, apart from them, we are seldom single or unique; we keep company in this world with a hoard of abstractions and reflections and counterfeits o...
It would be a dull world if we all thought alike.
I've always been bad. Probably I shall be bad again, punished again. But the worse I am, the more I need God. I can't shut myself out from His mercy. ... Or it may be a private bargain between me and...
I have a good mind not to take Aloysius to Venice. I don't want him to meet a lot of horrid Italian bears and pick up bad habits.
I can't bare you when you're not amusing.
Perhaps host and guest is really the happiest relation for father and son.
We cherish our friends not for their ability to amuse us but for ours to amuse them.
Soon someone would say the fatal words, Well, I think it’s time for me to go to bed.
Old boy, said Grimes, you're in love.Nonsense!Smitten? said Grimes.No, no.The tender passion?No.Cupid's jolly little darts?No.Spring fancies, love's young dream?Nonsense!Not even a quickening of the p...
It doesn't matter what people call you unless they call you pigeon pie and eat you up.
Evelyn Waugh: How do you get your main pleasure in life, Sir William?