I recognize that I am made up of several persons and that the person that at the moment has the upper hand will inevitably give place to another. But which is the real one? All of them or none?
W. SOMERSET MAUGHAMWhat makes old age hard to bear is not the failing of one’s faculties, mental and physical, but the burden of one’s memories.
More W. Somerset Maugham Quotes
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If a man hasn’t what’s necessary to make a woman love him, it’s his fault, not hers.
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There’s always one who loves and one who lets himself be loved.
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Sometimes a man hits upon a place to which he mysteriously feels that he belongs.
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The essence of the beautiful is unity in variety.
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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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Any society that values wealth above freedom will lose its freedom, and will ultimately lose its wealth as well
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The secret to life is meaningless unless you discover it yourself.
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As the cosmos are in place, so be it with your life.
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The future will one day be the present and will seem as unimportant as the present does now.
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What does democracy come down to? The persuasive power of slogans invented by wily self-seeking politicians.
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Don’t wait for experience to come to you; go out after experience. Experience is your material.
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It is dangerous to let the public behind the scenes. They are easily disillusioned and then they are angry with you, for it was the illusion they loved.
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Of all the hokum with which this country [America] is riddled, the most odd is the common notion that it is free of class distinctions.
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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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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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