Atrocities are not less atrocities when they occur in laboratories and are called medical research.

I finished my first book seventy-six years ago. I offered it to every publisher on the English-speaking earth I had ever heard of. Their refusals were unanimous: and it did not get into print until, fifty years later; publishers would publish anything that had my name on it.

Every Englishman believes that Handel now occupies an important position in heaven. If so, le bon Dieu must feel toward him very much as Louis Treize felt toward Richelieu.

I would exchange every painting of Christ for one snapshot.

We are not taught to think decently on sex subjects, and consequently we have no language for them except indecent language.

Besides, do any of us understand what we are doing? If we did, would we ever do it?

I claim to be a conscientiously immoral writer.