We cherish our friends not for their ability to amuse us, but for ours to amuse them…
EVELYN WAUGHEvery Englishman abroad, until it is proved to the contrary, likes to consider himself a traveller and not a tourist.
More Evelyn Waugh Quotes
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I haven’t been to sleep for over a year. That’s why I go to bed early. One needs more rest if one doesn’t sleep.
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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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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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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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For in that city -New York; there is neurosis in the air which the inhabitants mistake for energy.
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Anyone could write a novel given six weeks, pen paper, and no telephone or wife.
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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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Once you start changing a name, you see, there’s no reason ever to stop. One always hears one that sounds better.
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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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I can’t bare you when you’re not amusing.
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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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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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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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Your actions, and your action alone, determines your worth.
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