We must be very humble. We must see the beauty of quietness.
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W. Somerset Maugham
William Somerset Maugham CH (/ˈmɔːm/ MAWM; 25 January 1874 – 16 December 1965), better known as W. Somerset Maugham, was a British playwright, novelist and short story writer. He was among the most popular writers of his era and reputedly the highest-paid author during the 1930s. After losing both his parents by the age of 10, Maugham was raised by a paternal uncle who was emotionally cold. Not wanting to become a lawyer like other men in his family, Maugham eventually trained and qualified as a physician. The initial run of his first novel, Liza of Lambeth (1897), sold out so rapidly that Maugham gave up medicine to write full-time. During the First World War, he served with the Red Cross and in the ambulance corps, before being recruited in 1916 into the British Secret Intelligence Service, for which he worked in Switzerland and Russia before the October Revolution of 1917. During and after the war, he travelled in India and Southeast Asia; these experiences were reflected in later short stories and novels. 2Childhood and education Maugham's father, Robert Ormond Maugham, was a lawyer who handled the legal affairs of the British embassy in Paris. Since French law declared that all children born on French soil could be conscripted for military service, his father arranged for Maugham to be born at the embassy, technically on British soil. His grandfather, another Robert, had also been a prominent lawyer and co-founder of the Law Society of England and Wale
As lovers, the difference between men and women is that women can love all day long, but men only at times.
I have an idea that the only thing which makes it possible to regard this world we live in without disgust is the beauty which now and then men create out of the chaos. The pictures they paint, the music they compose, the books they write, and the lives they lead. Of all these the richest in beauty…
How can I be reasonable? To me our love was everything and you were my whole life. It is not very pleasant to realize that to you it was only an episode.
If a man hasn't what's necessary to make a woman love him, it's his fault, not hers.
There’s always one who loves and one who lets himself be loved.
The important thing was to love rather than to be loved.
There’s always one who loves and one who lets himself be loved.
...the important thing was to love rather than to be loved...
He did not care if she was heartless, vicious and vulgar, stupid and grasping, he loved her. He would rather have misery with one than happiness with the other.
There’s always one who loves and one who lets himself be loved.
There’s always one who loves and one who lets himself be loved.
It might be that to surrender to happiness was to accept defeat, but it was a defeat better than many victories.
There’s always one who loves and one who lets himself be loved.