Sentimentality is only sentiment that rubs you up the wrong way — William Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
“You know, I don’t believe in churches and parsons and all that,” she said, “but I believe in God, and I don’t believe He… — William Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
“It was the period in Germany of Goethe’s highest fame. Notwithstanding his rather condescending attitude towards patriotism he had been adopted as the national… — William Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
If people waited to know one another before they married, the world wouldn't be so grossly over-populated as it is now — William Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
“It was an exquisite memorial to that than which the world offers but one thing more precious, to a friendship; and as Philip looked… — William Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
Money is like a sixth sense - and you can't make use of the other five without it. — William Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
“She knew nothing about children. After it was settled that Philip should come down to Blackstable, Mrs. Carey had thought much how she should… — William Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
“His heart went out to them. There was one quality which they had that he did not remember to have noticed in people before,… — William Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
“Man has always found it easier to sacrifice his life than to learn the multiplication table.” — William Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
“Philip came gradually to know the people he was to live with, and by fragments of conversation, some of it not meant for his… — William Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
“The bright hopes of youth had to be paid for at such a bitter price of disillusionment. Pain and disease and unhappiness weighed down… — William Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
“Then he saw that the normal was the rarest thing in the world. Everyone had some defect, of body or of mind: he thought… — William Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
“Next morning on her way to the factory Liza came up with Sally. They were both of them rather stale and bedraggled after the… — William Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
