What I'm trying to tell you is that there are men who are possessed by an urge so strong to do some… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
No one can write a best seller by trying to. He must write with complete sincerity; the clichés that make you laugh,… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
There are men who are possessed by an urge so strong to do some particular thing that they can't help themselves, they've… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
Women are constantly trying to commit suicide for love, but generally they take care not to succeed. — 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
“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
