But you see, I can believe a thing without understanding it. It's all a matter of training.

To make a deliberate falsification for personal gain is the last, worst depth to which either scholar or artist can descend in work or life.

Paradoxical as it may seem, to believe in youth is to look backward; to look forward we must believe in age.

. . . the fellow's got a bee in his bonnet. Thinks God's a secretion of the liver--all right once in a way, but there's no need to keep on about it. There's nothing you can't prove if your outlook is only sufficiently limited.

But what are you going to do about the people who are cursed with both hearts and brains?

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.

First I believe it to be a grave mistake to present Christianity as something charming and popular with no offense inn it.