Maxioms by W. Somerset Maugham
For the memory of love is sweet, though the love itself were in vain. And what I have lost of read more
For the memory of love is sweet, though the love itself were in vain. And what I have lost of pleasure, assuage what I find of pain.
Death is a very dull, dreary affair, and my advice to you is to have nothing whatever to do with read more
Death is a very dull, dreary affair, and my advice to you is to have nothing whatever to do with it.
Men have ascribed to God imperfections that they would deplore in themselves.
Men have ascribed to God imperfections that they would deplore in themselves.
Perfection is what American women expect to find in their husbands... but English women only hope to find in their read more
Perfection is what American women expect to find in their husbands... but English women only hope to find in their butlers.
The well-dressed man is he whose clothes you never notice.
The well-dressed man is he whose clothes you never notice.