We cherish our friends not for their ability to amuse us, but for ours to amuse them…
EVELYN WAUGHAnyone could write a novel given six weeks, pen paper, and no telephone or wife.
More Evelyn Waugh Quotes
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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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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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Aesthetic value is often the by-product of the artist striving to do something else.
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Perhaps host and guest is really the happiest relation for father and son.
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When we argue for our limitations, we get to keep them.
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We possess nothing certainly except the past.
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The great charm in argument is really finding one’s own opinions, not other people’s.
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I think it’s one of the kindest things you can do to the very wicked, to give them time to repent.
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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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Almost all crime is due to the repressed desire for aesthetic expression.
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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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Enclosing every thin man, there’s a fat man demanding elbow-room.
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For in that city -New York; there is neurosis in the air which the inhabitants mistake for energy.
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Anyone could write a novel given six weeks, pen paper, and no telephone or wife.
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I should like to bury something precious in every place where I’ve been happy and then, when I’m old and ugly and miserable, I could come back and dig it up and remember.
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