She always says, my lord, that facts are like cows. If you look them in the face hard enough they generally run away.

A society in which consumption has to be artificially stimulated in order to keep production going is a society founded on trash and waste, for such a society is a house built upon sand.

To complain that man measures God by his own experience is a waste of time; man measures everything by his own experience; he has no other yardstick.

There certainly does seem a possibility that the detective story will come to an end, simply because the public will have learnt all the tricks.

There's nothing you can't prove if your outlook is only sufficiently limited.

She suddenly saw Wimsey in a new light. She knew him to be intelligent, clean, courteous, wealthy, well-read, amusing and enamored, but he had not so far produced in her that crushing sense of inferiority which leads to prostration and hero-worship. But she now realized that there was, after all, something godlike about him. He could control a horse.

the autobiography is at one and the same time a single element in the series of the writer's created works and an interpretation of the whole series.