There is an Easter sense in which all things are made new in the risen Christ. A tiny gleam of this is reflected in all true art.

Mr. 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.

The tourist debauches the great monuments of antiquity, a comic figure, always inapt in his comments, incongruous in his appearance; ...avarice and deceit attack him at every step; the shops that he patronizes are full of forgeries... But we need feel no scruple or twinge of uncertainty; 'we' are travelers and cosmopolitans; the tourist is the other fellow.

There is practically no sense that is not violated every time we return from the country or the sea to Paris or London or New York.

Almost all crime is due to the repressed desire for aesthetic expression.

Most writers in the course of their careers become thick-skinned and learn to accept vituperation, which in any other profession would be unimaginably offensive, as a healthy counterpoise to unintelligent praise.

I think to be oversensitive about cliches is like being oversensitive about table manners.