Evelyn Waugh, fully Evelyn Arthur St. John Waugh

Evelyn
Waugh, fully Evelyn Arthur St. John Waugh
1903
1966

English Novelist, Biographer and Journalist

Author Quotes

Yes, I was determined to have a happy Christmas' 'Did you?' 'I think so. I don't remember it much, and that's always a good sign, isn't it?

You can't ever tell what's going to hurt people.

You could appreciate the beauty of the world by trying to paint it.

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.

You never find an Englishman among the under-dogs—except in England, of course.

You see my adjutant made rather a silly mistake. He hadn't had much truck with boots before and the silly fellow thought they were extra rations. My men ate the whole bag of tricks last night.

You spend the first term at Oxford meeting interesting and exciting people and the rest of your time there avoiding them.

Your colleague, Captain Grimes, has been convicted before me on evidence that leaves no possibility of his innocence - of a crime (I might almost call it a course of action) which I can neither understand nor excuse. I dare say I need not particularize.

When I reached C Company lines, which were at the top of the hill, I paused and looked back at the camp, just coming into full view below me through the grey mist of early morning.

Where can we hide in fair weather, we orphans of the storm?

Where do you lurk? I shall come down your burrow and ch-chivvy you out like an old st-t-toat.

While still a young man, John Courteney Boot had, as his publisher proclaimed, "achieved an assured and enviable position in contemporary letters."

Wine is a bride who brings a great dowry to the man who woos her persistently and gracefully.

Words should be an intense pleasure just as leather should be to a shoemaker

Not everyone grows to be old, but everyone has been younger than he is now.

Perhaps host and guest is really the happiest relation for father and son.

Sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there's no room for the present at all.

The human soul enjoys these rare, classical periods, but, apart from them, we are seldom single or unique; we keep company in this world with a hoard of abstractions and reflections and counterfeits of ourselves - the sensual man, the economic man, the man of reason, the beast, the machine and the sleepwalker, and heaven knows what besides, all in our own image, indistinguishable from ourselves to the outside eye. We get borne along, out of sight in the press, unresisting, till we get the chance to drop behind unnoticed, or to dodge down a sides treet, pause, breathe freely and take our bearings, or to push ahead, outdistance our shadows, lead them a dance, so that when at length they catch up with us, they look at one another askance, knowing we have a secret we shall never share.

There will be a prize of half a crown for the longest essay, irrespective of any possible merit.

We possess nothing certainly except the past.

Not for her the cruel, delicate luxury of choice, the indolent, cat-and-mouse pastimes of the hearth-rug. No Penelope she; she must hunt in the forest.

Please bear in mind throughout that IT IS MEANT TO BE FUNNY.

Soon someone would say the fatal words, "Well, I think it's time for me to go to bed."

The langor of Youth - how unique and quintessential it is! How quickly, how irrecoverably, lost! The zest, the generous affections, the illusions, the despair, all the traditional attributes of Youth - all save this come and go with us through life...These things are a part of life itself; but languor - the relaxation of yet unwearied sinews, the mind sequestered and self-regarding, the sun standing still in the heavens and the earth throbbing to our own pulse - that belongs to Youth alone and dies with it.

There's only one great evil in the world today. Despair.

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First Name
Evelyn
Last Name
Waugh, fully Evelyn Arthur St. John Waugh
Birth Date
1903
Death Date
1966
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English Novelist, Biographer and Journalist