Words should be an intense pleasure just as leather should be to a shoemaker.
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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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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I can’t bare you when you’re not amusing.
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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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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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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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To know and love one other human being is the root of all wisdom.
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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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I prefer all but the very worst travel books, to all but the very best novels.
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Conversation should be like juggling; up go the balls and plates, up and over, in and out, good solid objects that glitter in the footlights and fall with a bang if you miss them.
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If politicians and scientists were lazier, how much happier we should all be.
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Instead of this absurd division into sexes they ought to class people as static and dynamic.
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Words have basic inalienable meanings, departure from which is either conscious metaphor or inexcusable vulgarity.
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If a thing’s worth doing at all, it’s worth doing well.
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It is no longer possible to accept the benefits of civilization and at the same time deny the supernatural basis upon which it is based.
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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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