Only a mediocre person is always at his best.
W. SOMERSET MAUGHAMAnyone can tell the truth, but only very few of us can make epigrams.
More W. Somerset Maugham Quotes
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Love is what happens to men and women who don’t know each other.
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I wish I could make you see how much fuller the life I offer you is than anything you have a conception of.
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Most people are such fools that it is really no great compliment to say that someone is above the average.
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You’re intoxicated by the boundless space.
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It was such a beautiful day I decided to stay in bed.
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She loved three things – a joke, a glass of wine, and a handsome man.
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It was such a beautiful day I decided to stay in bed.
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If a nation values anything more than freedom, it will lose its freedom; and the irony of it is that if it is comfort or money that it values more, it will lose that too.
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The tragedy of love is not death or separation. How long do you think it would have been before one or other of them ceased to care?
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Now it is a funny thing about life. If you refuse to accept anything but the best, you very often get it. If you utterly decline to make do with what you can get, then somehow or other, you are very likely to get what you want.
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When a woman loves you she’s not satisfied until she possesses your soul. Because she’s weak, she has a rage for domination, and nothing less will satisfy her.
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I don’t think of the past. The only thing that matters is the everlasting present.
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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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The great tragedy of life is not that men perish, but that they cease to love.
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It’s no use crying over spilt milk, because all of the forces of the universe were bent on spilling it.
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