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.
EVELYN WAUGHOnce you start changing a name, you see, there’s no reason ever to stop. One always hears one that sounds better.
More Evelyn Waugh Quotes
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Anyone could write a novel given six weeks, pen paper, and no telephone or wife.
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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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I haven’t been to sleep for over a year. That’s why I go to bed early. One needs more rest if one doesn’t sleep.
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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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The great charm in argument is really finding one’s own opinions, not other people’s.
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Perhaps host and guest is really the happiest relation for father and son.
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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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Every Englishman abroad, until it is proved to the contrary, likes to consider himself a traveller and not a tourist.
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O God, make me good, but not yet.
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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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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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Where can we hide in fair weather, we orphans of the storm?
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The human mind is inspired enough when it comes to inventing horrors; it is when it tries to invent a Heaven that it shows itself cloddish.
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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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