Heaven may be the perfect library but some on earth come close
What kind of pyjamas did President Kennedy wear in bed?
Literary woodlice boring needless holes in biographical bedposts
When the corridors of power echo to the strains of ‘Nil nisi bunkum’
When markets come crashing down, send for the man with the big red nose
Why the example of Mary Magdalen is relevant today
Quality for dinner. Pass the Fairy Liquid, Old Boy
Was Sir William Joynson-Hicks hair-brained?
A golden rail-pass in the fob is a perk worth having
Ten perfect poems and one little brown man
Fiction as a crutch to get one through life
How one extraordinary talent may be the key to genius
When gobbling brawn is caviar to the general
Shakespeare, Neo-Platonism and Princess Diana
The Public Enemy, the moll and the squashed grapefruit.
When words come to life and evoke sounds, smells and images
At this time of year, exactly 70 years ago, I was taken to my first exhibition of professional conjuring.
Paul Johnson on the new Milais exhibition
Paul Johnson counts his blessings
What John Wayne and the great statues of David have in common.
Power is temporary
What is aggression?
‘Prayer books are the toys of age,’ wrote Pope. Maybe so. But it’s surprising how many old people â” grown-ups…
Bernini's bust of Louis XIV
Paul Johnson on what one should and should not know about a writer