People do tell a writer things that they don't tell others. I don't know why, unless it is that having read one… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
Writing is a wholetime job: no professional writer can afford only to write when he feels like it. — 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
Sometimes a man hits upon a place to which he mysteriously feels that he belongs. — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
Perhaps some deep-rooted atavism urges the wanderer back to lands which his ancestors left in the dim beginnings of history. Sometimes a… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
“There are men whose sense of humour is so ill developed that they still bear a grudge against Copernicus because he dethroned… — 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
