Hitler was a teetotalitarian.

I conclude that there is as much sense in nonsense as there is nonsense in sense.

I chart a little first-list of names, rough synopsis of chapters, and so on. But one daren't overplan; so many things are generated by the sheer act of writing.

The important thing is moral choice. Evil has to exist along with good, in order that moral choice may operate. Life is sustained by the grinding opposition of moral entities.

Every grain of experience is food for the greedy growing soul of the artist.

Only in England is the perversion of language regarded as a victory for democracy.

To be left alone is the most precious thing one can ask of the modern world.