I know that you're selfish, selfish beyond words, and I know that you haven't the nerve of a rabbit, I know you're a liar and a humbug, I know that you're utterly contemptible. And the tragic part is'--her face was on a sudden distraught with pain--'the tragic part is that notwithstanding I love you with all my heart.
W. Somerset MaughamThe humour of Dostoievsky is the humour of a barloafer who ties a kettle to a dog's tail.
W. Somerset MaughamThey say a woman always remembers her first lover with affection; but perhaps she does not always remember him.
W. Somerset Maugham