Almost all crime is due to the repressed desire for aesthetic expression.
EVELYN WAUGHThey are a very decent generous lot of people out here and they don’t expect you to listen. It’s the secret of social ease in this country. They talk entirely for their own pleasure. Nothing they say is designed to be heard.
More Evelyn Waugh Quotes
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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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O God, make me good, but not yet.
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They are a very decent generous lot of people out here and they don’t expect you to listen. It’s the secret of social ease in this country. They talk entirely for their own pleasure. Nothing they say is designed to be heard.
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After all, damn it, what does being in love mean if you can’t trust a person.
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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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It is easy, retrospectively, to endow one’s youth with a false precocity or a false innocence; to tamper with the dates marking one’s stature on the edge of the door.
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To understand all is to forgive all.
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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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Once you start changing a name, you see, there’s no reason ever to stop. One always hears one that sounds better.
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News is what a chap who doesn’t care much about anything wants to read.
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I regard writing not as an investigation of character but as an exercise in the use of language, and with this I am obsessed.
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We cherish our friends not for their ability to amuse us, but for ours to amuse them…
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Don’t hold your parents up to contempt. After all, you are their son, and it is just possible that you may take after them.
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Sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there’s no room for the present at all.
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Charm is the great English blight. It does not exist outside these damp islands. It spots and kills anything it touches. It kills love; it kills art; I greatly fear, my dear Charles, it has killed you.
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