Of all these the richest in beauty is the beautiful life. That is the perfect work of art.
W. SOMERSET MAUGHAMLove is only a dirty trick played on us to achieve continuation of the species.
More W. Somerset Maugham Quotes
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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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You’re intoxicated by the boundless space.
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A dictator must fool all the people all the time and there’s only one way to do that, he must also fool himself.
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He had heard people speak contemptuously of money: he wondered if they had ever tried to do without it.
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Tradition is a guide and not a jailer.
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Unfortunately sometimes one can’t do what one thinks is right without making someone else unhappy.
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Life wouldn’t be worth living if I worried over the future as well as the present. When things are at their worst I find something always happens.
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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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Life isn’t long enough for love and art.
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Anyone can tell the truth, but only very few of us can make epigrams.
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The mystic sees the ineffable, and the psychopathologist the unspeakable.
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The great tragedy of life is not that men perish, but that they cease to love.
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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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What makes old age hard to bear is not the failing of one’s faculties, mental and physical, but the burden of one’s memories.
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