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.
W. SOMERSET MAUGHAM
Anyone can tell the truth, but only very few of us can make epigrams.
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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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Why should you think that beauty, which is the most precious thing in the world, lies like a stone on the beach for the careless passer-by to pick up idly?
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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 don’t think of the past. The only thing that matters is the everlasting present.
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Tolerance is only another name for indifference.
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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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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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A mother only does her children harm if she makes them the only concern of her life.
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You know, of course, that the Tasmanians, who never committed adultery, are now extinct.
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We do not write because we want to; we write because we have to.
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The prestige you acquire by being able to tell your friends that you know famous men proves only that you are yourself of small account.
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Life wouldn’t be worth living if I worried over the future as well as the present. When things are at their worst I find something always happens.
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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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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 great tragedy of life is not that men perish, but that they cease to love.
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