Author of quotes: William Somerset Maugham

I will tear love out of my heart as I would pull a rotten tooth out of my mouth.

Young people are intolerant, tell them what common sense dictates, they will immediately consider you an old deceiver.

It seems to me that in this world it is very difficult to know what to believe.

Communism is a lure that seduces the working people into rebellion, just as the cry for freedom and equality inspires them to take risks. There have always been exploiters and exploited in the world. And always will be. And it should be so, because a huge mass of people are slaves by their very nature, they are not able to manage themselves, and for their own good they need masters.

If modern man studies the occult sciences, it is his duty not to ridicule everyone and everything, but to patiently try to find the truth that can be hidden in the darkness of these illusions.

"I have nothing to blame her for," Susie said. - She is a victim of her tragic fate.

Magic was at the heart of the calculations of Pythagoras, hiding under the first scientific principles; she ruled empires with the lips of oracles, tyrants turned pale from her divinations on their thrones. She tied the minds of some to herself with the help of curiosity, others with the help of fear ...

Parental love is the only unselfish feeling in the world.

But our inner self is no less real than the pathetic faltering of a man who others see.

... immeasurable, the inconsolable grief, the eternal destiny of people.

Sometimes I dread the monotony, boredom and vulgarity of my life.

Character? And I thought we should have a very strong character, so after half an hour of meditation to put an end to a brilliant career just because you opened a different life, a more meaningful and significant. And what is the desired character, so as never to regret the sudden step.

And did this painting?
It is hard to say. Everything was so strange and fantastic. Sure he saw the beginnings of light, Paradise, Adam and eve - it was a hymn to the beauty of the human body, male and female, the praise of nature, the majestic, indifferent, and cruel predstatelnoj. The breathtaking feeling of infinite space and eternal time. Strickland wrote the trees I saw every day, coconut trees, Banyan trees, tamarinds, alligator pears, and since I see quite different, like there is in them a living spirit and a mystery which I every moment ready to grasp and which still eludes me. Paint was also familiar to me, and at the same time others. They were private, one of them inherent value. And these naked people, men and women! Ground, however, alien to the earth. They felt as if the clay from which they were created, but there was in them a spark of divinity. Before you had people in all the nakedness of his primeval instincts, and frost creep you the skin, because it was you.

I allowed the world to live by their laws and forget about my existence.