Manners are especially the need of the plain. The pretty can get away with anything.
EVELYN WAUGHMy children weary me. I can only see them as defective adults: feckless, destructive, frivolous, sensual, humorless.
More Evelyn Waugh Quotes
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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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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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I’m one of the blind alleys off the main road of procreation.
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We possess nothing certainly except the past.
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Money is only useful when you get rid of it. It is like the odd card in ‘Old Maid’; the player who is finally left with it has lost.
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I think there’s almost nothing I can’t excuse except perhaps worshiping graven images. That seems to be idiotic.
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The great charm in argument is really finding one’s own opinions, not other people’s.
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Words should be an intense pleasure just as leather should be to a shoemaker.
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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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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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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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Punctuality is the virtue of the bored.
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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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I can’t bare you when you’re not amusing.
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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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