One forgets words as one forgets names. One’s vocabulary needs constant fertilizing or it will die.
EVELYN WAUGHI 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.
More Evelyn Waugh Quotes
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The splendid thing about education is that everyone wants it. Like influenza, you can give it away without losing any of it yourself.
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Its a rather pleasant change when all your life you’ve had people looking after you, to have someone to look after yourself. Only of course it has to be someone pretty hopeless to need looking after by me.
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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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News is what a chap who doesn’t care much about anything wants to read.
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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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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.
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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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There’s only one great evil in the world today. Despair.
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You don’t remove the evil in a person by killing the person.
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O God, if there is a God, forgive him his sins, if there is such a thing as sin.
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I think there’s almost nothing I can’t excuse except perhaps worshiping graven images. That seems to be idiotic.
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Where can we hide in fair weather, we orphans of the storm?
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When we argue for our limitations, we get to keep them.
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Charm is the great English blight. It does not exist outside these damp islands. It spots and kills anything it touches. It kills love; it kills art; I greatly fear, my dear Charles, it has killed you.
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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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