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“An author, whether good or bad, or between both, is an animal whom every body is privileged to attack: for though all are not able to write books, all conceive themselves able to judge them.”
― Matthew Gregory Lewis, The Monk

“Insensibly he formed the most delightful habit in the world, the habit of reading:


When you are reconciled to the fact that each is for himself in the world you will ask less from your fellows.


(Philip always pretended that he was not lame.)


She restored his belief in himself and put healing ointments, as it were, on all the bruises of his soul.


‘Why d’you read then?’ ‘Partly for pleasure, because it’s a habit and I’m just as uncomfortable if I don’t read as if I don’t smoke, and partly to know myself. When I read a book I seem to read it with my eyes only, but now and then I come across a passage, perhaps only a phrase, which has a meaning for ME, and it becomes part of me; I’ve got out of the book all that’s any use to me, and I can’t get anything more if I read it a dozen times. You see, it seems to me, one’s like a closed bud, and most of what one reads and does has no effect at all; but there are certain things that have a peculiar significance for one, and they open a petal; and the petals open one by one; and at last the flower is there.’


‘It would have interfered with my work,’ he told Philip. ‘What work?’ asked Philip brutally. ‘My inner life,’ he answered.


buffeted by the philistines.


the love of poetry was dead in England.(its dead everywhere write poem on that idea)



My motto is, leave me alone

He was thankful not to have to believe in God, for then such a condition of things would be intolerable; one could reconcile oneself to existence only because it was meaningless.
Then he saw that the normal was the rarest thing in the world.


(the whole world was like a sick-house, and there was no rhyme or reason in it)”
― W. Somerset Maugham, Of Human Bondage

“Men have always formed gods in their own image.”
― W. Somerset Maugham, Of Human Bondage

“It is cruel to discover one's mediocrity only when it is too late. It does not improve the temper.”
― W. Somerset Maugham, Of Human Bondage