We do not write because we want to; we write because we have to.
W. SOMERSET MAUGHAMThere are times when I look over the various parts of my character with perplexity.
More W. Somerset Maugham Quotes
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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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Most people are such fools that it is really no great compliment to say that someone is above the average.
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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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There is nothing so terrible as the pursuit of art by those who have no talent.
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Now the answer … is plain, but it is so unpalatable that most men will not face it. There is no reason for life and life has no meaning.
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The secret to life is meaningless unless you discover it yourself.
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What does democracy come down to? The persuasive power of slogans invented by wily self-seeking politicians.
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Dullness is the first requisite of a good husband.
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Tolerance is only another name for indifference.
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Of all these the richest in beauty is the beautiful life. That is the perfect work of art.
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You know, of course, that the Tasmanians, who never committed adultery, are now extinct.
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Anyone can tell the truth, but only very few of us can make epigrams.
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The well dressed man is he whose clothes you never notice
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When you are reconciled to the fact that each is for himself in the world you will ask less from your fellows. They will not disappoint you, and you will look upon them more charitably.
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Beauty is something wonderful and strange that the artist fashions out of the chaos of the world in the torment of his soul. And when he has made it, it is not given to all to know it.
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