We know our friends by their defects rather than by their merits.
W. SOMERSET MAUGHAMI wish I could make you see how much fuller the life I offer you is than anything you have a conception of.
More W. Somerset Maugham Quotes
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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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Men seek but one thing in life — their pleasure.
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Death doesn’t affect the living because it has not happened yet. Death doesn’t concern the dead because they have ceased to exist.
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What do we any of us have but our illusions? And what do we ask of others but that we be allowed to keep them?
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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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There are times when I look over the various parts of my character with perplexity.
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In Hollywood, the women are all peaches. It makes one long for an apple occasionally.
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Imagination grows by exercise, and contrary to common belief, is more powerful in the mature than in the young.
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I personally prefer freedom of thought. But in England you get neither: you’re ground down by convention. You can’t think as you like and you can’t act as you like. That’s because it’s a democratic nation. I expect America’s worse.
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Impropriety is the soul of wit.
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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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Life is so largely controlled by chance that its conduct can be but a perpetual improvisation.
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He is not famous. It may be that he never will be. It may be that when his life at last comes to an end he will leave no more trace of his sojourn on earth than a stone thrown into a river leaves on the surface of the water.
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The world is hard and cruel. We are here none knows why, and we go none knows whither.
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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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There is nothing so degrading as the constant anxiety about one’s means of livelihood.
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Life isn’t long enough for love and art.
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You learn more quickly under the guidance of experienced teachers.
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Words have weight, sound and appearance; it is only by considering these that you can write a sentence that is good to look at and good to listen to.
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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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People talk of beauty lightly, and having no feeling for words, they use that one carelessly, so that it loses its force; and the thing it stands for, sharing its name with a hundred trivial objects, is deprived of dignity.
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When you are young you take the kindness people show you as your right.
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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?
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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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I can imagine no more comfortable frame of mind for the conduct of life than a humorous resignation.
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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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