Unfortunately sometimes one can’t do what one thinks is right without making someone else unhappy.
W. SOMERSET MAUGHAMIt was such a beautiful day I decided to stay in bed.
More W. Somerset Maugham Quotes
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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.
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The well dressed man is he whose clothes you never notice
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The essential element of love is a belief in its own eternity.
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A bird in the hand was worth two in the bush, he told her, to which she retorted that a proverb was the last refuge of the mentally destitute.
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The only important thing in a book is the meaning that it has for you.
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The essence of the beautiful is unity in variety.
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It was such a beautiful day I decided to stay in bed.
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There is nothing so terrible as the pursuit of art by those who have no talent.
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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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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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Beauty is an ecstasy; it is as simple as hunger.
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She loved three things – a joke, a glass of wine, and a handsome man.
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There is nothing so degrading as the constant anxiety about one’s means of livelihood.
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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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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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