It is hard to tell where the MCC ends and the Church of England begins.

Living in an age of advertisement, we are perpetually disillusioned. The perfect life is spread before us every day, but it changes and withers at a touch.

Those no-sooner-have-I-touched-the-pillow people are past my comprehension. There is something bovine about them.

There are plenty of clever young writers. But there is too much genius, not enough talent.

If there is one thing left that I would like to do, it's to write something really beautiful. And I could do it, you know. I could still do it.

We cannot get grace from gadgets.

I never read the life of any important person without discovering that he knew more and could do more than I could ever hope to know or do in half a dozen lifetimes.