I now, weak, old, diseased, poor, dying, hold still my soul in my hands, and I regret nothing. — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
I [Death] was astonished to see him in Baghdad, for I had an appointment with him tonight in Samarra. — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
Death is a very dull, dreary affair, and my advice to you is to have nothing whatsoever to do with it. — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
Dying is the most hellishly boresome experience in the world! Particularly when it entails dying of 'natural causes'. — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
The subjunctive mood is in its death throes, and the best thing to do is to put it out of its misery… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
Death doesn't affect the living because it has not happened yet. Death doesn't concern the dead because they have ceased to exist. — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
Evil can be condoned only if in the beyond it is compensated by good and god himself needs immortality to vindicate his… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
“His death had been as futile as his life. He died ingloriously, of a stupid disease, failing once more, even at the… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
I am sick of this way of life. The weariness and sadness of old age make it intolerable. I have walked with… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
“There was no meaning in life, and man by living served no end. It was immaterial whether he was born or not… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
“Death ends all things and so is the comprehensive conclusion of a story, but marriage finishes it veru properly too and the… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
“It's dreadful, isn't it?" "What? Death?" "Yes. It makes everything else seem so horribly trivial. He doesn't look human. When you look… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
One does not really feel much grief at other people's sorrows; one tries, and puts on a melancholy face, thinking oneself brutal… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
The arguments for immortality, weak when you take them one by one, are no more cogent when you take them together... For… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
The tragedy of love is not death or separation. How long do you think it would have been before one or other… — 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
“I’m not afraid of my fear. It’s folly, the Christian argument that you should live always in view of your death. The… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
“To Lucy it was an admirable study, the contrast between the man who threw his whole soul into a certain aim, which… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
“Death speaks: There was a merchant in Bagdad who sent his servant to market to buy provisions and in a little while… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
“When death stood round the corner, taking lives like a gardener digging up potatoes, it was foolishness to care what dirty things… — 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