Sometimes the road was only a lane, with thick hawthorne hedges, and the green elms overhung it on either side so that when you looked up there was only a strip of blue sky between. And as you rode along in the warm, keen air you had a sensation that the world was standing still and life would last forever. Although you were pedaling with such energy you had a delicious feeling of laziness.
W. Somerset MaughamIt needs a good deal of philosophy not to be mortified by the thought of persons who have voluntarily abandoned everything that for the most of us makes life worth living and are devoid of envy of what they have missed. I have never made up my mind whether they are fools or wise men.
W. Somerset MaughamJust as the painter thinks with his brush and paints the novelist thinks with his story.
W. Somerset MaughamThe trouble is that thinking looks like loafing. Who wants to pay people for daydreaming?
W. Somerset Maugham