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.
EVELYN WAUGHTo know and love one other human being is the root of all wisdom.
More Evelyn Waugh Quotes
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I’m one of the blind alleys off the main road of procreation.
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Where can we hide in fair weather, we orphans of the storm?
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Your actions, and your action alone, determines your worth.
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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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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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After all, damn it, what does being in love mean if you can’t trust a person.
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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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He was gifted with the sly, sharp instinct for self-preservation that passes for wisdom among the rich.
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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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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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I think there’s almost nothing I can’t excuse except perhaps worshiping graven images. That seems to be idiotic.
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If a thing’s worth doing at all, it’s worth doing well.
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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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Not everyone grows to be old, but everyone has been younger than he is now.
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Of the many smells of Athens two seem to me the most characteristic – that of garlic, bold and deadly like acetylene gas. and that of dust, soft and warm and caressing like tweed.
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