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.
W. SOMERSET MAUGHAMPeople ask for criticism, but they only want praise.
More W. Somerset Maugham Quotes
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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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In France you get freedom of action: you can do what you like and nobody bothers, but you must think like everybody else. In Germany you must do what everybody else does, but you may think as you choose. They’re both very good things.
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I always find it more difficult to say the things I mean than the things I don’t.
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Anyone can tell the truth, but only very few of us can make epigrams.
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The trouble is that thinking looks like loafing. Who wants to pay people for daydreaming?
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The love that lasts longest is the love that is never returned.
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The great tragedy of life is not that men perish, but that they cease to love.
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The essence of the beautiful is unity in variety.
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I recognize that I am made up of several persons and that the person that at the moment has the upper hand will inevitably give place to another. But which is the real one? All of them or none?
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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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It wasn’t until late in life that I discovered how easy it is to say, ‘I don’t know.’
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The world is hard and cruel. We are here none knows why, and we go none knows whither.
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They have no manners and are woefully unable to deal with any social predicament. Their idea of a celebration is to go to a public house and drink six beers. They are mean, malicious and envious . They are scum.
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I’d sooner be smashed into a mangled pulp by a bus when we cross the street than look forward to a life like yours.
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