My children weary me. I can only see them as defective adults: feckless, destructive, frivolous, sensual, humorless.
EVELYN WAUGHFor in that city -New York; there is neurosis in the air which the inhabitants mistake for energy.
More Evelyn Waugh Quotes
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O God, make me good, but not yet.
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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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He was gifted with the sly, sharp instinct for self-preservation that passes for wisdom among the rich.
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An artist must be a reactionary. He has to stand out against the tenor of the age and not go flopping along.
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To understand all is to forgive all.
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To know and love one other human being is the root of all wisdom.
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The only thing that it is advisable to know in any language is the numerals; and even there, you can do a lot with the fingers.
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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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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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I’m one of the blind alleys off the main road of procreation.
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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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Almost all crime is due to the repressed desire for aesthetic expression.
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You have no idea how much nastier I would be if I was not a Catholic. Without supernatural aid I would hardly be a human being.
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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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