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.
W. SOMERSET MAUGHAMIf forty million people say a foolish thing it does not become a wise one.
More W. Somerset Maugham Quotes
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Tolerance is only another name for indifference.
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Impropriety is the soul of wit.
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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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I always find it more difficult to say the things I mean than the things I don’t.
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People ask for criticism, but they only want praise.
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If you can tell stories, create characters, devise incidents, and have sincerity and passion, it doesn’t matter a damn how you write.
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The essential element of love is a belief in its own eternity.
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The most valuable thing I have learned from life is to regret nothing.
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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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Life is so largely controlled by chance that its conduct can be but a perpetual improvisation.
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Beauty is an ecstasy; it is as simple as hunger.
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You waste a lot of time going down blind alleys if you have no one to lead you.
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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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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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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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