I am annoyed to find myself continually described by people whom I have never set eyes on as bad-tempered.

The anguished suspense of watching the lips you hunger for, framing the words, the death sentence, of sheer triteness!

Most writers in the course of their careers become thick-skinned and learn to accept vituperation, which in any other profession would be unimaginably offensive, as a healthy counterpoise to unintelligent praise.

Punctuality is the virtue of the bored.

To see Stephen Spender fumbling with our rich and delicate language is to experience all the horror of seeing a Sevres vase in the hands of a chimpanzee.

Words have basic inalienable meanings, departure from which is either conscious metaphor or inexcusable vulgarity.

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