It is a curious thing. That every creed promises a paradise which will be absolutely uninhabitable for anyone of civilized taste.
EVELYN WAUGHAfter all, damn it, what does being in love mean if you can’t trust a person.
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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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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To understand all is to forgive all.
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We possess nothing certainly except the past.
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You don’t remove the evil in a person by killing the person.
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I can’t bare you when you’re not amusing.
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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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Aesthetic value is often the by-product of the artist striving to do something else.
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Your actions, and your action alone, determines your worth.
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Not everyone grows to be old, but everyone has been younger than he is now.
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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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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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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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If politicians and scientists were lazier, how much happier we should all be.
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He had no strength for any other war than his own solitary struggle to keep alive.
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