“..perhaps all our lovers are merely hints and symbols; vagabond languages scrawled on gate-posts and paving stones along the weary road that… — Evelyn Waugh Copy Share Image
I regard writing not as an investigation of character but as an exercise in the use of language, and with this I… — Evelyn Waugh Copy Share Image
The only thing that it is advisable to know in any language is the numerals; and even there, you can do a… — Evelyn Waugh Copy Share Image
“Literature is the right use of language irrespective of the subject or reason of utterance.” — Evelyn Waugh Copy Share Image
Remember that, however patient your study, you will never in adult life learn any language perfectly; the best you can hope for… — Evelyn Waugh Copy Share Image
To see Stephen Spender fumbling with our rich and delicate language is to experience all the horror of seeing a Sevres vase… — Evelyn Waugh Copy Share Image
Words have basic inalienable meanings, departure from which is either conscious metaphor or inexcusable vulgarity. — Evelyn Waugh Copy Share Image
One forgets words as one forgets names. One's vocabulary needs constant fertilizing or it will die. — Evelyn Waugh Copy Share Image
“But I don't know a word of German, I've had no experience, I've got no testimonials, and I can't play cricket.' 'It… — Evelyn Waugh Copy Share Image
that is not the last word; it is not even an apt word; it is a dead word from ten years back. — 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
