O God, if there is a God, forgive him his sins, if there is such a thing as sin.
EVELYN WAUGHThe splendid thing about education is that everyone wants it. Like influenza, you can give it away without losing any of it yourself.
More Evelyn Waugh Quotes
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News is what a chap who doesn’t care much about anything wants to read.
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Almost all crime is due to the repressed desire for aesthetic expression.
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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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There is something incomparably thrilling in first opening a brand new book.
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He had no strength for any other war than his own solitary struggle to keep alive.
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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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He was gifted with the sly, sharp instinct for self-preservation that passes for wisdom among the rich.
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A typical triumph of modern science to find the only part of Randolph that was not malignant and remove it.
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There’s only one great evil in the world today. Despair.
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Not everyone grows to be old, but everyone has been younger than he is now.
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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 can’t bare you when you’re not amusing.
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Your actions, and your action alone, determines your worth.
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Anyone could write a novel given six weeks, pen paper, and no telephone or wife.
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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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