Everyone had some defect, or body or of mind: he thought of all the people he had known (the whole world was like a sick house and there was no rhyme or reason in it), he saw a long procession, deformed in body, warped in mind, some with illness of the flesh, weak hearts or weak lungs, and some with illness of the spirit, languor of will, or craving for liquor. At that moment he felt a holy compassion for them all. โฆThe words of the dying God crossed his memory: Forgive them, for they know not what they do.
W. Somerset MaughamBecause women can do nothing except love, they've given it a ridiculous importance. They want to persuade us that it's the whole of life. It's an insignificant part.
W. Somerset MaughamI do not think you want too much sincerity in society. It would be like an iron girder in a house of cards.
W. Somerset Maugham