Saints are simply men & women who have fulfilled their natural obligation which is to approach God.

He was gifted with the sly, sharp instinct for self-preservation that passes for wisdom among the rich.

Charm is the great English blight. It does not exist outside these damp islands. It spots and kills anything it touches. It kills love; it kills art; I greatly fear, my dear Charles, it has killed you.

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

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.

All fates are ‘worse than death’.

If one's object is ascetic, it is far better to stay in London or Paris or New York; there is practically no extreme of heat or cold, physical risk, loneliness, hunger or thirst that cannot, with a little ingenuity, be conveniently achieved in the centres of civilization.