Words should be an intense pleasure just as leather should be to a shoemaker.
EVELYN WAUGHAesthetic value is often the by-product of the artist striving to do something else.
More Evelyn Waugh Quotes
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There is something incomparably thrilling in first opening a brand new book.
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I regard writing not as an investigation of character but as an exercise in the use of language, and with this I am obsessed.
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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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Anyone could write a novel given six weeks, pen paper, and no telephone or wife.
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Where can we hide in fair weather, we orphans of the storm?
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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.
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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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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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It is no longer possible to accept the benefits of civilization and at the same time deny the supernatural basis upon which it is based.
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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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The splendid thing about education is that everyone wants it. Like influenza, you can give it away without losing any of it yourself.
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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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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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I’m one of the blind alleys off the main road of procreation.
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Every Englishman abroad, until it is proved to the contrary, likes to consider himself a traveller and not a tourist.
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