Love is what happens to men and women who don’t know each other.
W. SOMERSET MAUGHAMIt is bad enough to know the past; it would be intolerable to know the future.
More W. Somerset Maugham Quotes
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The great tragedy of life is not that men perish, but that they cease to love.
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The Almighty can hardly be such a fool as the churches make out.
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I wish I could make you see how exciting the life of the spirit is and how rich in experience. It’s illimitable. It’s such a happy life. There’s only one thing like it, when you’re up in a plane by yourself, high, high, and only infinity surrounds you.
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We know our friends by their defects rather than by their merits.
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I wish I could make you see how much fuller the life I offer you is than anything you have a conception of.
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As the cosmos are in place, so be it with your life.
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I can imagine no more comfortable frame of mind for the conduct of life than a humorous resignation.
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For my part I cannot believe in a God who is angry with me because I do not believe in him. I cannot believe in a God who is less tolerant than I. I cannot believe in a God who has neither humour nor common sense.
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As lovers, the difference between men and women is that women can love all day long, but men only at times.
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I made up my mind long ago that life was too short to do anything for myself that I could pay others to do for me.
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It was such a beautiful day I decided to stay in bed.
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It is not wealth one asks for, but just enough to preserve one’s dignity, to work unhampered, to be generous, frank and independent.
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It’s no use crying over spilt milk, because all of the forces of the universe were bent on spilling it.
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One cannot find peace in work or in pleasure, in the world or in a convent, but only in one’s soul.
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Oh, it is dreadfully bitter to look at a woman whom you have loved with all your heart and soul, so that you felt you could not bear to let her out of your sight, and realize that you would not mind if you never saw her again. The tragedy of love is indifference.
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