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Where can we hide in fair weather, we orphans of the storm?

Evelyn Waugh

A work of art is not a matter of thinking beautiful thoughts or experiencing tender emotions , but of intelligence, skill, taste, proportion, knowledge, discipline and industry; especially discipline.
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Art Beautiful Discipline Experience Thinking Work
Perhaps host and guest is really the happiest relation for father and son.
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Father Happiness Relationship Son
I’m one of the blind alleys off the main road of procreation.
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Blind Myself Road
I read the newspapers with lively interest. It is seldom that they are absolutely, point-blank wrong. That is the popular belief, but those who are in the know can usually discern an embryo of truth, a little grit of fact, like the core of a pearl, round which have been deposited the delicate layers of ornament.
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Live Myself Popular Reading Truth Wrong
We cherish our friends not for their ability to amuse us, but for ours to amuse them…
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Ability Cherish Friendship Ourselves
If politicians and scientists were lazier, how much happier we should all be.
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Happiness Politics Science
For in that city -New York; there is neurosis in the air which the inhabitants mistake for energy.
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Energy Mistake People Resident
Mr. Wodehouse’s idyllic world can never stale. He will continue to release future generations from captivity that may be more irksome than our own. He has made a world for us to live in and delight in.
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Future Generation Happiness Himself Live World
Punctuality is the virtue of the bored.
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Boredom One Liner Punctuality Time Virtue
Manners are especially the need of the plain. The pretty can get away with anything.
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Character Let Go Mischief Need Yourself
If you asked me now who I am, the only answer I could give with any certainty would be my name. For the rest: my loves, my hates, down even to my deepest desires, I can no longer say whether these emotions are my own, or stolen from those I once so desperately wished to be.
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Answer Desire Desperate Emotion Hate Identity Love Name Philosophy Yourself
The human mind is inspired enough when it comes to inventing horrors; it is when it tries to invent a Heaven that it shows itself cloddish.
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Appearance Enough Heaven Human Invention Mindset
Her heart was broken perhaps, but it was a small inexpensive organ of local manufacture. In a wider and grander way she felt things had been simplified.
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Feeling Heart Broken Herself Local Simplicity
One forgets words as one forgets names. One’s vocabulary needs constant fertilizing or it will die.
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Death Forget Name Oneself Vocabulary Word
I did not know it was possible to be so miserable and live but I am told that this is a common experience.
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Common Experience Live Misery Myself Possible
An artist must be a reactionary. He has to stand out against the tenor of the age and not go flopping along.
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Age Artist Flop Reaction Stand

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