He had the appeal of a very young dog of a very large breed -- a kind of amiable absurdity.

There is no solution to death.Life intends to kill us.

It is not the business of the church to adapt Christ to men, but men to Christ.

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.

Even idiots ocasionally speak the truth accidentally.

The artist's knowledge of his own creative nature is often unconscious; he pursues his mysterious way of life in a strange innocence.