I am suing Lord Beaverbrook for libel and hope for some lovely tax-free money in damages. He has very conveniently told some lies about me.

If it could only be like this always - always summer, always alone, the fruit always ripe and Aloysius in a good temper.

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

We possess nothing certainly except the past

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

No one is ever holy without suffering.

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