When I look back upon the girl I was I hate myself. But I never had a chance. I’m going to bring up my daughter so that she’s free and can stand on her own feet.
W. SOMERSET MAUGHAMIt was such a beautiful day I decided to stay in bed.
More W. Somerset Maugham Quotes
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How can I be reasonable? To me our love was everything and you were my whole life. It is not very pleasant to realize that to you it was only an episode.
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A mother only does her children harm if she makes them the only concern of her life.
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If forty million people say a foolish thing it does not become a wise one.
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Why should you think that beauty, which is the most precious thing in the world, lies like a stone on the beach for the careless passer-by to pick up idly?
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Money is like a sixth sense without which you cannot make a complete use of the other five.
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The important thing was to love rather than to be loved.
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I’ll give you my opinion of the human race in a nutshell… their heart’s in the right place, but their head is a thoroughly inefficient organ.
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Most people are such fools that it is really no great compliment to say that someone is above the average.
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Simplicity and naturalness are the truest marks of distinction.
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What do we any of us have but our illusions? And what do we ask of others but that we be allowed to keep them?
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We who are of mature age seldom suspect how unmercifully and yet with what insight the very young judge us.
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The essential element of love is a belief in its own eternity.
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We are not the same persons this year as last; nor are those we love. It is a happy chance if we, changing, continue to love a changed person.
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I always find it more difficult to say the things I mean than the things I don’t.
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Beauty is something wonderful and strange that the artist fashions out of the chaos of the world in the torment of his soul. And when he has made it, it is not given to all to know it.
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