Enclosing every thin man, there’s a fat man demanding elbow-room.
EVELYN WAUGHPort is not for the very young, the vain and the active. It is the comfort of age and the companion of the scholar and the philosopher.
More Evelyn Waugh Quotes
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I’m quite deaf now; such a comfort.
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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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Not everyone grows to be old, but everyone has been younger than he is now.
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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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News is what a chap who doesn’t care much about anything wants to read.
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Manners are especially the need of the plain. The pretty can get away with anything.
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After all, damn it, what does being in love mean if you can’t trust a person.
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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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Words have basic inalienable meanings, departure from which is either conscious metaphor or inexcusable vulgarity.
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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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I 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.
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O God, make me good, but not yet.
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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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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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Where can we hide in fair weather, we orphans of the storm?
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