I don’t believe that people would ever fall in love or want to be married if they hadn’t been told about it. It’s like abroad: no one would want to go there if they hadn’t been told it existed.
EVELYN WAUGHInstead of this absurd division into sexes they ought to class people as static and dynamic.
More Evelyn Waugh Quotes
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When we argue for our limitations, we get to keep them.
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An artist must be a reactionary. He has to stand out against the tenor of the age and not go flopping along.
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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.
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Port is not for the very young, the vain and the active. It is the comfort of age and the companion of the scholar and the philosopher.
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I’m one of the blind alleys off the main road of procreation.
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You don’t remove the evil in a person by killing the person.
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He had no strength for any other war than his own solitary struggle to keep alive.
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They are a very decent generous lot of people out here and they don’t expect you to listen. It’s the secret of social ease in this country. They talk entirely for their own pleasure. Nothing they say is designed to be heard.
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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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I prefer all but the very worst travel books, to all but the very best novels.
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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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We cherish our friends not for their ability to amuse us, but for ours to amuse them…
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News is what a chap who doesn’t care much about anything wants to read.
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Anyone could write a novel given six weeks, pen paper, and no telephone or wife.
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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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