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.
EVELYN WAUGHIt is no longer possible to accept the benefits of civilization and at the same time deny the supernatural basis upon which it is based.
More Evelyn Waugh Quotes
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Anyone could write a novel given six weeks, pen paper, and no telephone or wife.
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Words should be an intense pleasure just as leather should be to a shoemaker.
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He had no strength for any other war than his own solitary struggle to keep alive.
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What is youth except a man or a woman before it is ready or fit to be seen.
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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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Sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there’s no room for the present at all.
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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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Manners are especially the need of the plain. The pretty can get away with anything.
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O God, make me good, but not yet.
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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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There is something incomparably thrilling in first opening a brand new book.
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I’m one of the blind alleys off the main road of procreation.
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Not everyone grows to be old, but everyone has been younger than he is now.
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It is easy, retrospectively, to endow one’s youth with a false precocity or a false innocence; to tamper with the dates marking one’s stature on the edge of the door.
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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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