She saw she had fallen into the hands of one of those doctors who have strayed too far from apparent in the direction of the soul.

All good biography, as all good fiction, comes down to the study of original sin, of our inherent disposition to choose death when we ought to choose life.

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

The redemptive power of divine grace no longer seemed credible, nor very respectable in the arbitrary performance that was claimed for it.

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

Art is not a plaything, but a necessity, and its essence, form, is not a decorative adjustment, but a cup into which life can be poured and lifted to the lips and be tasted.

[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.