“The world consists of me and my thoughts and my feelings; and everything else is mere fancy. Life is a dream in… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
“Perhaps his taciturnity hid a contempt for the human race which had abandoned the great dreams of his youth and now wallowed… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
“I've been quite happy. Look, here are my proofs. Remember that I am indifferent to discomforts which would harass other folk. What… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
“All his plans were suddenly overthrown, and the existence, so elaborately pictured, was no more than a dream which would never be… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
“He knew that she had been dreaming that night and he knew what her dreams were about. She had forgotten them. He… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
“According to your proclivities, you may take a snow-clad Alpine peak, as it rises to the empyrean in radiant majesty, as symbol… — 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
