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.
W. SOMERSET MAUGHAMThe beauty of the morning and the radiance of noon are good, but it would be a very silly person who drew the curtains and turned on the light in order to shut out the tranquillity of the evening. Old age has its pleasures, which, though different, are not less than the pleasures of youth.
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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Beauty is an ecstasy; it is as simple as hunger.
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Impropriety is the soul of wit.
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People ask for criticism, but they only want praise.
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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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Life is so largely controlled by chance that its conduct can be but a perpetual improvisation.
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Sometimes people carry to such perfection the mask they have assumed that in due course they actually become the person they seem.
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Now the answer … is plain, but it is so unpalatable that most men will not face it. There is no reason for life and life has no meaning.
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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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Of all these the richest in beauty is the beautiful life. That is the perfect work of art.
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She loved three things – a joke, a glass of wine, and a handsome man.
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The fact that a great many people believe something is no guarantee of its truth.
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It was such a beautiful day I decided to stay in bed.
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Sometimes a man hits upon a place to which he mysteriously feels that he belongs.
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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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