“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
I am told that today rather more than 60 per cent of the men who go to university go on a Government… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
I do not think you want too much sincerity in society. It would be like an iron girder in a house of… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
We are like people living in a country whose language they know so little that, with all manner of beautiful and profound… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
Everyone had some defect, or body or of mind: he thought of all the people he had known (the whole world was… — 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
