The worst of having so much tact was that you never quite knew whether other people were acting naturally or being tactful too.
[The human element]
I prefer a loose woman to a selfish one and a wanton to a fool.
W. Somerset MaughamMots clés virtue
People are always a little disconcerted when you don't recognize them, they are so important to themselves, it is a shock to discover of what small importance they are to others.
[The human element]
It just shows that you may make a great stir in the world and yet sadly fail to impress the members of your own family.
W. Somerset MaughamSelf-control might be as passionate and as active as the surrender to passion...
W. Somerset MaughamMots clés self-control
The important thing was to love rather than to be loved.
W. Somerset MaughamWell, you know when people are no good at anything else they become writers.
W. Somerset MaughamMots clés writers
There was no meaning in life, and man by living served no end. It was immaterial whether he was born or not born, whether he lived or ceased to live. Life was insignificant and death without consequence. Philip exulted, as he had exulted in his boyhood when the weight of a belief in God was lifted from his shoulders: it seemed to him that the last burden of responsibility was taken from him; and for the first time he was utterly free. His insignificance was turned to power, and he felt himself suddenly equal with the cruel fate which had seemed to persecute him; for, if life was meaningless, the world was robbed of its cruelty. What he did or left undone did not matter. Failure was unimportant and success amounted to nothing. He was the most inconsiderate creature in that swarming mass of mankind which for a brief space occupied the surface of the earth; and he was almighty because he had wrenched from chaos the secret of its nothingness. Thoughts came tumbling over one another in Philip's eager fancy, and he took long breaths of joyous satisfaction. He felt inclined to leap and sing. He had not been so happy for months.
'Oh, life,' he cried in his heart, 'Oh life, where is thy sting?
Some people read for instruction, which is praiseworthy, and some for pleasure, which is innocent, but not a few read from habit, and I suppose that this is neither innocent or praiseworthy. Of that lamentable company am I. Conversation after a time bores me, games tire me and my own thoughts, which we are told are the unfailing resource of a sensible man, have a tendency to run dry. Then I fly to my book as the opium-smoker to his pipe.
W. Somerset MaughamOne cannot find peace in work or in pleasure, in the world or in a convent, but only in one's soul.
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