There are two good things in life – freedom of thought and freedom of action.
W. SOMERSET MAUGHAMThere’s always one who loves and one who lets himself be loved.
More W. Somerset Maugham Quotes
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The essence of the beautiful is unity in variety.
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Nothing in the world is permanent, and we’re foolish when we ask anything to last, but surely we’re still more foolish not to take delight in it while we have it.
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As the cosmos are in place, so be it with your life.
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Beauty is an ecstasy; it is as simple as hunger.
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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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We who are of mature age seldom suspect how unmercifully and yet with what insight the very young judge us.
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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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Life isn’t long enough for love and art.
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They have no manners and are woefully unable to deal with any social predicament. Their idea of a celebration is to go to a public house and drink six beers. They are mean, malicious and envious . They are scum.
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If forty million people say a foolish thing it does not become a wise one.
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It was such a beautiful day I decided to stay in bed.
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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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If you can tell stories, create characters, devise incidents, and have sincerity and passion, it doesn’t matter a damn how you write.
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Oh, it’s always the same,’ she sighed, ‘if you want men to behave well to you, you must be beastly to them; if you treat them decently they make you suffer for it.
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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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