Sex, which ought to be an incident of life, is the obsession of the well-fed world.

There is, of course, no reason for the existence of the male sex except that one sometimes needs help with moving the piano.

For the sake of my country, and perhaps a little for the sake of my soul, I have given up the deep peace of being in opposition.

[Evelyn Waugh] made drunkenness cute and chic, and then took to religion, simply to have the most expensive carpet of all to be sick on.

It isn't only living people who die, it is great stretches of living, which can die even when the people who lived there still exist.

Anthologies are mischievous things. Some years ago there was a rage for chemically predigested food, which was only suppressed when doctors pointed out that since human beings had been given teeth and digestive organs they had to be used or they degenerated very rapidly. Anthologies are predigested food for the brain.

I have no faith in the sense of comforting beliefs which persuade me that all my troubles are blessings in disguise.