You have no idea how much nastier I would be if I was not a Catholic. Without supernatural aid I would hardly be a human being.
EVELYN WAUGHThe only thing that it is advisable to know in any language is the numerals; and even there, you can do a lot with the fingers.
More Evelyn Waugh Quotes
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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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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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Aesthetic value is often the by-product of the artist striving to do something else.
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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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When we argue for our limitations, we get to keep them.
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I prefer all but the very worst travel books, to all but the very best novels.
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I put the words down and push them a bit.
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You don’t remove the evil in a person by killing the person.
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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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The splendid thing about education is that everyone wants it. Like influenza, you can give it away without losing any of it yourself.
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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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Conversation should be like juggling; up go the balls and plates, up and over, in and out, good solid objects that glitter in the footlights and fall with a bang if you miss them.
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There’s only one great evil in the world today. Despair.
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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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