Each one of us is alone in the world. He is shut in a tower of brass, and can communicate with his fellows only by signs, and the signs have no common value, so that their sense is vague and uncertain.
W. SOMERSET MAUGHAMIt is not wealth one asks for, but just enough to preserve one’s dignity, to work unhampered, to be generous, frank and independent.
More W. Somerset Maugham Quotes
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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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From the earliest time the old have rubbed it into the young that they are wiser, and before the young had discovered what nonsense this was they were old too, and it profited them to carry on the imposture.
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If nobody spoke unless he had something to say, the human race would very soon lose the use of speech.
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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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Dullness is the first requisite of a good husband.
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The prestige you acquire by being able to tell your friends that you know famous men proves only that you are yourself of small account.
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There is a sort of man who pays no attention to his good actions, but is tormented by his bad ones. This is the type that most often writes about himself.
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The love that lasts longest is the love that is never returned.
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You waste a lot of time going down blind alleys if you have no one to lead you.
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The Almighty can hardly be such a fool as the churches make out.
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To recognize it you must repeat the adventure of the artist. It is a melody that he sings to you, and to hear it again in your own heart you want knowledge and sensitiveness and imagination.
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The crown of literature is poetry. It is its end and aim. It is the sublimest activity of the human mind. It is the achievement of beauty and delicacy. The writer of prose can only step aside when the poet passes.
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There is nothing so degrading as the constant anxiety about one’s means of livelihood.
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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.
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The tragedy of love is not death or separation. How long do you think it would have been before one or other of them ceased to care?
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