Dorothy Leigh Sayers (/ˈsɛərz/ ; 13 June 1893 – 17 December 1957) was a renowned English crime writer and poet. She was also a student of classical and modern languages.
And heresy is, as I have tried to show, largely the expression of opinion of the untutored average man, trying to grapple with the problems of the universe at the point where they begin to interfere with his daily life and thought.
Why? Oh, well - I thought you'd be rather an attractive person to marry. That's all. I mean, I sort of took a fancy to you. I can't tell you why. There's no rule about it, you know.
There are times when one is tempted to say that the great, sprawling, lethargic sin of Sloth is the oldest and greatest of the sins and the parent of all the rest.
Every great man has a woman behind him. . . And every great woman has some man or other in front of her, tripping her up.
I love you - I am at rest with you - I have come home.
Unlike music or poetry or painting, food rouses no response in passionate and emotional youth. Only when the surge of the blood is quieted does gastronomy come into its own with philosophy and theology and the sterner delights of the mind.
Sex is every man's loco spot. . . he'll take a disappointment, but not a humiliation.
Heaven deliver us, what's a poet? Something that can't go to bed without making a song about it.
Here be dragons to be slain, here be rich rewards to gain; If we perish in the seeking, why, how small a thing is death!
The one thing which seems to me quite impossible is to take into consideration the kind of book one is expected to write; surely one can only write the book that is there to be written.
How fleeting are all human passions compared with the massive continuity of ducks.
We cannot really look at the movement of the Spirit, just because It is the Power by which we do the looking.
A society in which consumption has to be artificially stimulated in order to keep production going is a society founded on trash and waste, for such a society is a house built upon sand.
Oh, well, faint heart never won so much as a scrap of paper
He was being about as protective as a can-opener.
I say, I don’t think the human frame is very thoughtfully constructed for this sleuthhound business. If one could go on all fours, or had eyes in ones knees, it would be a lot more practical’… ‘What luck! Here’s a deep, damp ditch on the other side, which I shall now proceed to fall into. ’ A slithering crash proclaimed that he had carried out his intention.
What? Sunday morning in an English family and no sausages? God bless my soul, what's the world coming to, eh?
None of us feels the true love of God till we realize how wicked we are. But you can't teach people that - they have to learn by experience.
The Devil is a spiritual lunatic, but, like many lunatics, he is extremely plausible and cunning.
One must not only die daily, but every day we must be born again.