Each one of us is alone in the world. He is shut in a tower of brass, and can communicate with his fellows only by signs, and the signs have no common value, so that their sense is vague and uncertain.
W. SOMERSET MAUGHAMI’ll give you my opinion of the human race in a nutshell… their heart’s in the right place, but their head is a thoroughly inefficient organ.
More W. Somerset Maugham Quotes
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As lovers, the difference between men and women is that women can love all day long, but men only at times.
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Anyone can tell the truth, but only very few of us can make epigrams.
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From the earliest time the old have rubbed it into the young that they are wiser, and before the young had discovered what nonsense this was they were old too, and it profited them to carry on the imposture.
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In Hollywood, the women are all peaches. It makes one long for an apple occasionally.
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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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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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The most valuable thing I have learned from life is to regret nothing.
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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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Tolerance is only another name for indifference.
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We are not the same persons this year as last; nor are those we love. It is a happy chance if we, changing, continue to love a changed person.
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It is bad enough to know the past; it would be intolerable to know the future.
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Dullness is the first requisite of a good husband.
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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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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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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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