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.
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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If politicians and scientists were lazier, how much happier we should all be.
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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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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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It is a curious thing. That every creed promises a paradise which will be absolutely uninhabitable for anyone of civilized taste.
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Her heart was broken perhaps, but it was a small inexpensive organ of local manufacture. In a wider and grander way she felt things had been simplified.
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The 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.
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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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If a thing’s worth doing at all, it’s worth doing well.
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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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Not everyone grows to be old, but everyone has been younger than he is now.
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O God, make me good, but not yet.
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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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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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I’m quite deaf now; such a comfort.
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Where can we hide in fair weather, we orphans of the storm?
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