My children weary me. I can only see them as defective adults: feckless, destructive, frivolous, sensual, humorless.
EVELYN WAUGHIt is a curious thing. That every creed promises a paradise which will be absolutely uninhabitable for anyone of civilized taste.
More Evelyn Waugh Quotes
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To know and love one other human being is the root of all wisdom.
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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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Perhaps host and guest is really the happiest relation for father and son.
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Its a rather pleasant change when all your life you’ve had people looking after you, to have someone to look after yourself. Only of course it has to be someone pretty hopeless to need looking after by me.
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Your actions, and your action alone, determines your worth.
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There’s only one great evil in the world today. Despair.
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He was gifted with the sly, sharp instinct for self-preservation that passes for wisdom among the rich.
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Anyone could write a novel given six weeks, pen paper, and no telephone or wife.
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If politicians and scientists were lazier, how much happier we should all be.
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O God, make me good, but not yet.
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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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A work of art is not a matter of thinking beautiful thoughts or experiencing tender emotions , but of intelligence, skill, taste, proportion, knowledge, discipline and industry; especially discipline.
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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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Port 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.
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