Don't hold your parents up to contempt. After all, you are their son, and it is just possible that you may take after them.

I read the newspapers with lively interest. It is seldom that they are absolutely, point-blank wrong. That is the popular belief, but those who are in the know can usually discern an embryo of truth, a little grit of fact, like the core of a pearl, round which have been deposited the delicate layers of ornament.

O God, make me good, but not yet.

Mr. Wodehouse's idyllic world can never stale. He will continue to release future generations from captivity that may be more irksome than our own. He has made a world for us to live in and delight in.

There is something incomparably thrilling in first opening a brand new book.

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.

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