“I don't see the use of reading the same thing over and over again,' said Phillip. 'That's only a laborious form of… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
“When I read a book I seem to read it with my eyes only, but now and then I come across a… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
When I read a book I seem to read it with my eyes only, but now and then I come across a… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
“Why do you read then?' Partly for pleasure, because it's a habit and I'm just as uncomfortable if I don't read as… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
“Why d’you read then?” “Partly for pleasure, because it’s a habit and I’m just as uncomfortable if I don’t read as if… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
“Insensibly he formed the most delightful habit in the world, the habit of reading: When you are reconciled to the fact that… — 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
