Author of quotes: William Somerset Maugham. Page 4

Rather, the writer aims to know than to judge.

Oddly enough, but when it's all over, you suddenly feel unusually pure, immaterial. You as a disembodied spirit, and here touches beauty, like the beauty of the tangible. It seems to you that you have merged with the wind, with the trees on which the buds swelled, with iridescent waters of the river. You like a God. And can you explain why?

Soul - non-permanent resident of the body and is capable of mysterious transformations.

People learn about life the way it was seen by artist.

You need three generations to create a gentleman.

Every man feels his body as a special and independent body, but not everyone is aware of his "I" as a separate and independent identity.

If love is not passion, then it is not love, but something else; and passion not to fade, need satisfaction, and barriers.

It is difficult to relate quietly to all the follies of youth; they report that twice two is four, like it is for us news, and disappointed if we don't share their surprise at the fact that the hen lays eggs. In their rants full of nonsense, and yet there is not only nothing. We must remember that much to forget and much to learn when you first face-to-face with life. It's not so easy to abandon their ideals and the brutal facts of our everyday existence - the bitter pill.

- You have to live in an era when women were slaves and men slaveholders, - I said.
I'm just a normal man.

Love is an overwhelming feeling. She otrezaet people from themselves, and even the inveterate clairvoyant though, and knows that it will happen, but not really able to imagine that his love will pass.

Mrs. Strickland had a gift of sympathy. Great quality, but those who are aware of it in myself, often it is abused; with the greed of a vampire bite they are in trouble friends, just to find a use for his talent. They bring down on their victim's sympathy, it has exactly the gusher worse tangling their business. On the other breast shed so many tears that I would not dare to moisten her own.

God knows what suffering was endured by the author, some bitter experiences have left him behind, what heart pains tormented him, and to his book for an hour or two have fun casual reader or helped him to disperse the boredom of the road. But judging by the reviews, many of these books are excellently written, the authors invested a lot of thoughts, and some of the anxious labour of a lifetime. From all this I conclude that the satisfaction of the writer is to search only in the work itself and in the liberation from the burden of his thoughts, remaining indifferent to everything prewholesale have blasphemy and praise, to success and failure.

Let the noon rose loses its beauty, which was with her at dawn, but then her beauty is real. In the world everything has an end, it is unreasonable to ask that something good lasted, but foolish not to enjoy it while it lasts.

I was particularly captivated by the idea that to grasp the Reality by using knowledge. In a later era of Indian sages, condescending to human weakness, admitted that salvation can be achieved through love and good deeds, but they never denied that the most worthy, although the most difficult path is the path of knowledge because the instrument of his most precious than man possesses a mind.