It's not the innocent young things that need gentle handling--it's the ones that have been frightened and hurt.

She reflected she must be completely besotted about Peter, if his laughter could hallow an aspidistra.

To know one's own limitations is the hallmark of competence.

Nothing is more vulgar than a careful avoidance of beginning a letter with the first person singular.

To make a precise scientific description of reality out of words is like trying to build a rigid structure out of pure quicksilver.

make no mistake about it, the detective-story is part of the literature of escape, and not of expression.

Wimsey stooped for an empty sardine-tin which lay, horribly battered, at his feet, and slung it idly into the quag. It struck the surface with a noice like a wet kiss, and vanished instantly. With that instinct which prompts one, when depressed, to wallow in every circumstance of gloom, Peter leaned sadly against the hurdles and abandoned himself to a variety of shallow considerations upon (1) The vanity of human wishes; (2) Mutability; (3) First love; (4) The decay of idealism; (5) The aftermath of the Great war; (6) Birth-control; and (7) The fallacy of free-will.