You've been brought up like a gentleman and a Christian, and I should be false to the trust laid upon me by… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
Why did you look at the sunset?' Philip answered with his mouth full: Because I was happy. — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
“Philip that there were three things to find out: man's relation to the world he lives in, man's relation with the men… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
“Philip looked at his own work. How could you tell whether there was anything in it or whether you were wasting your… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
“He was occupied with the forming of a pattern out of the manifold chaos of life, and the materials with which he… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
But Philip was impatient with himself; he called to mind his idea of the pattern of life: the unhappiness he had suffered… — 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
