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.

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.

He did not fail in love, but he lost the joy of it [...]

When we argue for our limitations, we get to keep them.

Only when one has lost all curiosity about the future has one reached the age to write an autobiography.

The truth is that Oxford is simply a very beautiful city in which it is convenient to segregate a certain number of the young of the nation while they are growing up.

Have you at any time been detained in a mental home or similar institution? If so, give particulars.' 'I was at Scone College, Oxford, for two years,' said Paul.