I prefer all but the very worst travel books, to all but the very best novels.
EVELYN WAUGHMy children weary me. I can only see them as defective adults: feckless, destructive, frivolous, sensual, humorless.
More Evelyn Waugh Quotes
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O God, make me good, but not yet.
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We possess nothing certainly except the past.
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Words should be an intense pleasure just as leather should be to a shoemaker.
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I put the words down and push them a bit.
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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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All this fuss about sleeping together. For physical pleasure I’d sooner go to my dentist any day.
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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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Instead of this absurd division into sexes they ought to class people as static and dynamic.
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I did not know it was possible to be so miserable and live but I am told that this is a common experience.
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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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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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Perhaps host and guest is really the happiest relation for father and son.
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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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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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