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For in that city -New York; there is neurosis in the air which the inhabitants mistake for energy.

Evelyn Waugh

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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Hard Human Ideas Myself Power Religious
There’s only one great evil in the world today. Despair.
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Evil Greatness Oneself World
If a thing’s worth doing at all, it’s worth doing well.
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Work Worth
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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Art Beautiful Discipline Experience Thinking Work
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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Conversation Goodness Missing Yourself
Aesthetic value is often the by-product of the artist striving to do something else.
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Art Artist Design Strike Value
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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Kind Myself Thinking Time Wickedness
We possess nothing certainly except the past.
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Exception One Liner Past Possession
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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Character Food Soft Warm
After all, damn it, what does being in love mean if you can’t trust a person.
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Couple Love Person Relationship Trust Yourself
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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Easy Innocence Oneself Youth
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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Feeling Heart Broken Herself Local Simplicity
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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Bury Happiness Misery Myself Old Place Precious Remember Ugly
Where can we hide in fair weather, we orphans of the storm?
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Hide Orphan Storm
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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Art Charm Death Existence Fear Greatness Kill Love Myself Touch Yourself
I can’t bare you when you’re not amusing.
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Amusement Myself Personality Yourself

For in that city -New York; there is neurosis in the air which the inhabitants mistake for energy.

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