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.

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.

Lawyers enjoy a little mystery, you know. Why, if everybody came forward and told the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth straight out, we should all retire to the workhouse.

Trouble shared is trouble halved.

There is only one kind of wisdom that has any social value, and that is the knowledge of one's own limitations.

Still, it doesn't do to murder people, no matter how offensive they may be.

It is ridiculous to take on a man's job just in order to be able to say that 'a woman has done it - yah!' The only decent reason for tackling a job is that it is your job and you want to do it.