For in that city -New York; there is neurosis in the air which the inhabitants mistake for energy.
EVELYN WAUGHCharm 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.
More Evelyn Waugh Quotes
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To understand all is to forgive all.
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To know and love one other human being is the root of all wisdom.
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Your actions, and your action alone, determines your worth.
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I’m one of the blind alleys off the main road of procreation.
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The great charm in argument is really finding one’s own opinions, not other people’s.
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If politicians and scientists were lazier, how much happier we should all be.
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Here I am,’ I thought, ‘back from the jungle, back from the ruins. Here, where wealth is no longer gorgeous and power has no dignity.
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Its a rather pleasant change when all your life you’ve had people looking after you, to have someone to look after yourself. Only of course it has to be someone pretty hopeless to need looking after by me.
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One forgets words as one forgets names. One’s vocabulary needs constant fertilizing or it will die.
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All this fuss about sleeping together. For physical pleasure I’d sooner go to my dentist any day.
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Port is not for the very young, the vain and the active. It is the comfort of age and the companion of the scholar and the philosopher.
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Remember that, however patient your study, you will never in adult life learn any language perfectly; the best you can hope for is to be a bore.
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There is something incomparably thrilling in first opening a brand new book.
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I put the words down and push them a bit.
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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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