I prefer all but the very worst travel books, to all but the very best novels.

You have no idea how much nastier I would be if I was not a Catholic. Without supernatural aid I would hardly be a human being.

Her heart was broken perhaps, but it was a small inexpensive organ of local manufacture. In a wider and grander way she felt things had been simplified.

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.

I haven't been to sleep for over a year. That's why I go to bed early. One needs more rest if one doesn't sleep.

I'm quite deaf now; such a comfort.

If we can't stamp out literature in the country, we can at least stop its being brought in from outside.