When I see that the nineteenth century has crowned the idolatry of Art with the deification of Love, so that every poet is supposed to have pierced to the holy of holies when he has announced that Love is the Supreme, or the Enough, or the All, I feel that Art was safer in the hands of the most fanatical of Cromwell's major generals than it will be if ever it gets into mine.

The business man - the man to whom age brings golf instead of wisdom.

The truth is the one thing that nobody will believe.

Truth telling is not compatible with the defence of the realm.

Which painting in the National Gallery would I save if there was a fire? The one nearest the door of course.

One man that has a mind and knows it can always beat ten men who haven't and don't.

Where there is no knowledge ignorance calls itself science.