Perhaps host and guest is really the happiest relation for father and son.
EVELYN WAUGHI prefer all but the very worst travel books, to all but the very best novels.
More Evelyn Waugh Quotes
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Enclosing every thin man, there’s a fat man demanding elbow-room.
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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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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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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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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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I put the words down and push them a bit.
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The human mind is inspired enough when it comes to inventing horrors; it is when it tries to invent a Heaven that it shows itself cloddish.
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Words have basic inalienable meanings, departure from which is either conscious metaphor or inexcusable vulgarity.
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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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It is a curious thing. That every creed promises a paradise which will be absolutely uninhabitable for anyone of civilized taste.
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Remember that, however patient your study, you will never in adult life learn any language perfectly; the best you can hope for is to be a bore.
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Where can we hide in fair weather, we orphans of the storm?
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Anyone could write a novel given six weeks, pen paper, and no telephone or wife.
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One forgets words as one forgets names. One’s vocabulary needs constant fertilizing or it will die.
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The great charm in argument is really finding one’s own opinions, not other people’s.
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