...dusk is the time when men whisper of matters about which they remain silent in the full light of the sun.

Art for art's sake, money for God's sake.

Christ asked for everything he got.

Gentlemen can now only behave as such, or be tolerated as such, in circumstances that are manifestly contrived or unreal.

And so, at the age of thirty, I had successively disgraced myself with three fine institutions, each of which had made me free of its full and rich resources, had trained me with skill and patience, and had shown me nothing but forbearance and charity when I failed in trust.

Nobody minded what you did in bed or what you said about God, a very civilized attitude in 1948.

Since life is short and the world is wide, the sooner you start exploring it, the better.