Evelyn Waugh
Evelyn Waugh
Arthur Evelyn St. John Waughwas an English writer of novels, biographies and travel books. He was also a prolific journalist and reviewer of books. His most famous works include the early satires Decline and Falland A Handful of Dust, the novel Brideshead Revisitedand the Second World War trilogy Sword of Honour. Waugh is recognised as one of the great prose stylists of the English language in the 20th century...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth28 October 1903
unique zest self
The langour 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.
father son guests
Perhaps host and guest is really the happiest relation for father and son.
pie people matter
It doesn't matter what people call you unless they call you pigeon pie and eat you up.
luck needs manners
Manners are especially the need of the plain. The pretty can get away with anything.
arguing limitation
When we argue for our limitations, we get to keep them.
weather storm orphan
Where can we hide in fair weather, we orphans of the storm?
evil despair world
There's only one great evil in the world today. Despair.
running art morning
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 God and the unanimous voice of our people to the throne of our ancestors, do hereby proclaim. . ." Seth paused in his dictation and gazed out across the harbour where in the fresh breeze of early morning the last dhow was setting sail for the open sea. "Rats," he said; "stinking curs. They are all running away.
wind drunk long
I have lived carefully, sheltered myself from the cold winds, eaten moderately of what was in season, drunk fine claret, slept in my own sheets; I shall live long.
easter art gleam
There is an Easter sense in which all things are made new in the risen Christ. A tiny gleam of this is reflected in all true art.
beautiful art thinking
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.
suffering lasting
Suffering is none the less acute and much more lasting when it is put into words.
home two cameras
I've always had two principles throughout all my life in motion-pictures: never do before the camera what you would not do at home and never do at home what you would not do before the camera.
memories past brideshead-revisited
These memories, which are my life--for we possess nothing certainly except the past--were always with me.