"It is typical of Oxford," I said, "to start the new year in autumn."

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.

Perhaps host and guest is really the happiest relation for father and son.

Here I am,' I thought, 'back from the jungle, back from the ruins. Here, where wealth is no longer gorgeous and power has no dignity.

I think there's almost nothing I can't excuse except perhaps worshiping graven images. That seems to be idiotic.

Once you start changing a name, you see, there's no reason ever to stop. One always hears one that sounds better.

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.