I think there's almost nothing I can't excuse except perhaps worshiping graven images. That seems to be idiotic.
Evelyn WaughMr. Wodehouse's idyllic world can never stale. He will continue to release future generations from captivity that may be more irksome than our own. He has made a world for us to live in and delight in.
Evelyn WaughProfessional reviewers read so many bad books in the course of duty that they get an unhealthy craving for arresting phrases.
Evelyn WaughOxford, in those days, was still a city of aquatint. In her spacious and quiet streets men walked and spoke as they had done in Newman's day; her autumnal mists, her grey springtime, and the rare glory of her summer days - such as that day - when the chestnut was in flower and the bells rang out high and clear over her gables and cupolas, exhaled the soft airs of centuries of youth. It was this cloistral hush which gave our laughter its resonance, and carried it still, joyously, over the intervening clamour.
Evelyn Waugh