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 MaughamThey say a woman always remembers her first lover with affection; but perhaps she does not always remember him.
W. Somerset MaughamMoney is like a sixth sense without which you cannot make a complete use of the other five.
W. Somerset Maugham[Money] is the string with which a sardonic destiny directs the motions of its puppets.
W. Somerset Maugham