| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 6d9bea9 | My theme is memory, that winged host that soared about me one grey morning of war-time. | Evelyn Waugh | ||
| dadccd7 | We possess nothing certainly except the past. | Evelyn Waugh | ||
| a7619ed | O God, if there is a God, forgive him his sins, if there is such a thing as sin. | Evelyn Waugh | ||
| 342ed4c | Quomodo sedet sola civitas. Vanity of vanities, all is vanity. | Evelyn Waugh | ||
| 60f049b | You never find an Englishman among the under-dogs--except in England, of course. | Evelyn Waugh |