Every Englishman abroad, until it is proved to the contrary, likes to consider himself a traveller and not a tourist.

The Welsh are the only nation in the world that has produced no graphic or plastic art, no architecture, no drama. They just sing. Sing and blow down wind instruments of plated silver.

Enclosing every thin man, there's a fat man demanding elbow-room.

You don't remove the evil in a person by killing the person.

How ungenerously in later life we disclaim the virtuous moods of our youth, living in retrospect long, summer days of unreflecting dissipation.

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

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