I now, weak, old, diseased, poor, dying, hold still my soul in my hands, and I regret nothing. — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
Women are strange little beasts,' he said to Dr. Coutras. 'You can treat them like dogs, you can beat them till your… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
I know that I shall die struggling for breath, and I know that I shall be horribly afraid. I know that I… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
Sometimes the road was only a lane, with thick hawthorne hedges, and the green elms overhung it on either side so that… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
Nothing in the world is permanent, and we’re foolish when we ask anything to last, but surely we’re still more foolish not… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
She could not admit but that he had remarkable qualities, sometimes she thought that there was even in him a strange and… — 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
