Limbo is the place. In Limbo one has natural happiness without the beatific vision; no harps; no communal order; but wine and conversation and imperfect, various humanity. Limbo for the unbaptized, for the pious heathen, the sincere sceptic.

Evelyn Waugh: How do you get your main pleasure in life, Sir William? Sir William Beveridge: I get mine trying to leave the world a better place than I found it. Waugh: I get mine spreading alarm and despondency and I get more satisfaction than you do.

You don't remove the evil in a person by killing the person.

Words should be an intense pleasure just as leather should be to a shoemaker.

These memories, which are my life--for we possess nothing certainly except the past--were always with me.

Don't hold your parents up to contempt. After all, you are their son, and it is just possible that you may take after them.

An artist must be a reactionary