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. — Evelyn Waugh Copy Share Image
We, Seth, Emperor of Azania, Chief of Chiefs of Sakuyu, Lord of Wanda and Tyrant of the Seas, Bachelor of the Arts of Oxford University, being in this the twenty-fourth year of our life, summoned by the wisdom of Almighty… — Evelyn Waugh Copy Share Image
If, for instance, they have heard something from the postman, they attribute it to a semi-official statement; if they have fallen into conversation with… — Evelyn Waugh Copy Share Image
One can write, think and pray exclusively of others; dreams are all egocentric. — Evelyn Waugh Copy Share Image
“Sometimes," Helena continued, "I have a terrible dream of the future. Not now, but presently, people may forget their loyalty to their kings and… — Evelyn Waugh Copy Share Image
“Rex has never been unkind to me intentionally. It's just that he isn't a real person at all; he's just a few faculties of… — Evelyn Waugh Copy Share Image
If it could only be like this always – always summer, always alone, the fruit always ripe and Aloysius in a good temper... — Evelyn Waugh Copy Share Image
“My dear, I should like to stick you full of barbed arrows like a p-p-pin cushion...Where do you lurk? I shall come down your… — Evelyn Waugh Copy Share Image
There is something incomparably thrilling in first opening a brand new book. — Evelyn Waugh Copy Share Image
“Beware the Anglo-Catholics. They're all sodomites with unpleasant accents." --Cousin Jasper” — Evelyn Waugh Copy Share Image
“The fortnight at Venice passed quickly and sweetly-- perhaps too sweetly; I was drowning in honey, stingless.” — Evelyn Waugh Copy Share Image
“It’s awful to think that I shall probably never, as long as I live, see you dancing like that again all by yourself.” — Evelyn Waugh Copy Share Image
I've always been bad. Probably I shall be bad again, punished again. But the worse I am, the more I need God. I can't… — Evelyn Waugh Copy Share Image
His courtesy was somewhat extravagant. He would write and thank people who wrote to thank him for wedding presents and when he encountered anyone… — Evelyn Waugh Copy Share Image
Limbo is the place. In Limbo one has natural happiness without the beatific vision; no harps; no communal order; but wine and conversation and… — Evelyn Waugh Copy Share Image
Perhaps host and guest is really the happiest relation for father and son. — Evelyn Waugh Copy Share Image
