But after all, what have we to do with taverns? Real menace belongs to the drawing-room.

The traveller who has gone to Italy to study the tactile values of Giotto, or the corruption of the Papacy, may return remembering nothing but the blue sky and the men and women who live under it.

Books have to be read it is the only way of discovering what they contain.

How can I know what I think till I see what I say?

Like all her friends, I miss her greatly...But...I am sure there is no case for lamentation...Virginia Woolf got through an immense amount of work, she gave acute pleasure in new ways, she pushed the light of the English language a little further against darkness. Those are facts.

Logic! Good gracious! What rubbish!

My law-givers are Erasmus and Montaigne, not Moses and St Paul.