A mother only does her children harm if she makes them the only concern of her life. — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
“You know, my dear child, that one cannot find peace in work or in pleausre, in the world or in a convent,… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
It is not for nothing that artists have called their works the children of their brains and likened the pains of production… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
“D'you call life a bad job? Never! We've had our ups and downs, we've had our struggles, we've always been poor, but… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
“A thing that had always struck her about the child was that he seemed so collected. She had never seen him cry.… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
“The day broke gray and dull. The clouds hung heavily, and there was a rawness in the air that suggested snow. A… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
Common-sense appears to be only another name for the thoughtlessness of the unthinking. It is made of the prejudices of childhood, the… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
It is clear that men accept an immediate pain rather than an immediate pleasure, but only because they expect a greater pleasure… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
For men and women are not only themselves; they are also the region in which they are born, the city apartment or… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
I want a girl because I want to bring her up so that she shan't make the mistakes I've made. When I… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
“Let me be frank just this once, father. I've been foolish and wicked and hateful. I've been terribly punished. I'm determined to… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
It is clear that men accept an immediate pain rather than an immediate pleasure, but only because they expect a greater pleasure… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
“How strange was the relation between parents and children! When they were small the parents doted on them, passed through agonies of… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
“He put off the faith of his childhood quite simply, like a cloak that he no longer needed. At first life seemed… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
“It is very difficult to know people and I don't think one can ever really know any but one's own countrymen. For… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
“But on the whole the impression was neither of tragedy nor of comedy. There was no describing it. It was manifold and… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
“The new-born child does not realize that his body is more a part of himself than surrounding objects, and will play with… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
“A man thinks it quite natural that he should fall out of love with a woman, but it never strikes him for a moment… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
“A man's work reveals him. In social intercourse he gives you the surface that he wishes the world to accept, but in his book… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
Love is only a dirty trick played on us to achieve continuation of the species. — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
The world is hard and cruel. We are here none knows why, and we go none knows whither. We must be very humble. We… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
“There is no more merit in having read a thousand books than in having ploughed a thousand fields.” — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
“I wanted to live again and again. I was willing to accept every sort of life, no matter what its pain and sorrow; I… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
In Hollywood, the women are all peaches. It makes one long for an apple occasionally. — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
Follow your inclinations with due regard to the policeman round the corner. — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
“His love became a prison from which he longed to escape, but he had not the strength merely to open the door-that was all… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
I did not believe him capable of love. That is an emotion in which tenderness is an essential part, but Strickland had no tenderness… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
