I can only guess that it made the world he went back to...strangely without meaning. Though he lived in it, though he even enjoyed it, it remained utterly remote. I think it had lost sense for him. In his heart was the reflection of a lovely dream that he could never quite recall.
W. Somerset MaughamNow it is a funny thing about life. If you refuse to accept anything but the best, you very often get it. If you utterly decline to make do with what you can get, then somehow or other, you are very likely to get what you want.
W. Somerset MaughamThere are three rules for writing a novel. Unfortunately, no one knows what they are.
W. Somerset MaughamNothing in the world is permanent, and weโre foolish when we ask anything to last, but surely weโre still more foolish not to take delight in it while we have it.
W. Somerset Maugham