Quote #131
No gray hairs streak my soul, no grandfatherly fondness there! I shake the world with the might of my voice, and walk-handsome, twentytwoyearold.
More from William Somerset Maugham
- It seems that the creative faculty and the critical faculty cannot exist together in their highest perfection.
- The crown of literature is poetry.
- When you choose your friends, don't be short-changed by choosing personality over character.
- The essence of the beautiful is unity in variety.
- We do not write because we want to; we write because we have to.
- Tolerance is another word for indifference.
- There are three rules for writing the novel. Unfortunately, no one knows what they are.
- The great American novel has not only already been written, it has already been rejected.