He was gifted with the sly, sharp instinct for self-preservation that passes for wisdom among the rich.
EVELYN WAUGHCharm 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.
More Evelyn Waugh Quotes
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There’s only one great evil in the world today. Despair.
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O God, make me good, but not yet.
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I regard writing not as an investigation of character but as an exercise in the use of language, and with this I am obsessed.
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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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If politicians and scientists were lazier, how much happier we should all be.
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My children weary me. I can only see them as defective adults: feckless, destructive, frivolous, sensual, humorless.
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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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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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News is what a chap who doesn’t care much about anything wants to read.
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He had no strength for any other war than his own solitary struggle to keep alive.
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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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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 trouble with modern education is you never know how ignorant they are.
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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’m one of the blind alleys off the main road of procreation.
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