You know, when one's in love and things go all wrong, one's terribly
unhappy and one thinks one won't ever get over it. But you'll be
astounded to learn what the sea will do.... [L]ove isn't a good sailor
and it languishes on a sea voyage.... When I suffered from the pangs
of unrequited love I immediately got on an ocean liner.
-- W. Somerset Maugham. The Razor's Edge (novel, 1944).
...American women expect to find in their husbands a perfection that
English Women only hope to find in their butlers.
-- W. Somerset Maugham. The Razor's Edge (164)
I remember one of them telling me of a Yogi who came to the bank of a
river; he hadn't the money to pay the ferryman to take him across and
the ferryman refused to take him for nothing, so he stepped on the water
and walked upon its surface to the other side. The Yogi who told me
shrugged his shoulders rather scronfully. "A miracle like that," he
said "is worth no more than the penny it would have cost to go on the
ferryboat."
-- W. Somerset Maugham. The Razor's Edge (154)
Well, there are psychologists who think that consciousness accompanies
brain processes and is determined by them, but doesn't itself exert any
influence on them. Something like the reflection of a tree in water;
it couldn't exist without the tree, but it doesn't in any way affect
the tree. I think it's all stuff and nonsense to say that there can be
love without passion; when people say love can endure after passion is
dead they're talking of something else, affection, kindliness, community
of taste and interest, and habit. Especially habit. Two people can go
on having sexual intercourse from habit in just the same way as they
grow hungry at the hour they're accustomed to have their meals. Of
course there can be desire without love. Desire isn't passion. Desire
is the natural consequence of the sexual instinct and it isn't of any
more importance than any other function of the human animal....
Unless love is passion, it's not love, but something else; and passion
thrives not on satisfaction, but on impediment. What d'you suppose
Keats meant when he told the lover on his Graciean urn not to grieve?
"Forever wilt thou love, and she be fair!" Why? Because she was
unattainable, and however madly the lover pursued she still eluded him.
For they were both imprisoned in the marble of what I suspect was an
indifferent work of art....
Passion doesn't count the cost. Pascal said that the heart has its
reasons that reason takes no account of. If he meant what I think, he
meant that when passion seizes the heart it invents reasons that seem
not only plausible but conclusive to prove that the world is well lost
for love. It convinces you that honour is well sacrificed and that
shame is a cheap price to pay. Passion is destructive.
-- W. Somerset Maugham. The Razor's Edge (169-170)
Larry is... the only person i've met who's completely disinterested.
It makes his actions seem peculiar. We're not used to persons who do
things simply for the love of God whom they don't believe in.
-- W. Somerset Maugham. The Razor's Edge (188)
The man placed the salver with the teapot and the sugar basin and the
cups on the table and with what really was exasperating deliberation
arranged around it plates of bread and butter, cakes, and coookies.
He went out and closed the door behind him.
-- W. Somerset Maugham. The Razor's Edge (204)
'She's soused in from morning till night. She goes to bed with every
tough who asks her.'
'That doesn't mean she's bad. Quite a number of highly respected
citizens get drunk and have a liking for rough trade. They're bad
habits, like biting one's nails, but I don't know that they're worse
than that. I call a person bad who lies and cheats and is unkind.'
-- W. Somerset Maugham. The Razor's Edge (206)
'I've always felt that there was something pathetic in the founders of
religion who made it a condition of salvation that you should believe
in them. It's as though they needed your faith to have faith in
themselves. They remind you of those old pagan gods who grew wan and
faint if they were not sustained by the burnt offerings of the devout.'
-- W. Somerset Maugham. Larry in The Razor's Edge (270)
You know, the Philistines have long since discarded the rack and stake
as a means of suppressiong the opinions they feared: they've discovered
a much more deadly weapon of destruction -- the wisecrack.
-- W. Somerset Maugham. The Razor's Edge (282)
'Life would be even harder for us poor women than it is if it were not
for the unbelievable vanity of men.'
-- W. Somerset Maugham. Suzanne in The Razor's Edge (310)
Years ago, when I was young, I knew a man who was a doctor, and not a
bad one either, but he didn't practise. He spent years burrowing away
in the library of the British Museum and at long intervals produced a
huge pseudo-scientific, pseudo-philosophical book that nobody read
and that he had to publish at his own expense. He wrote four or five
of them before he died and they were absolutely worthless.... It's a
toss-up when you decide to leave the beaten track. many are called but
few are chosen.
-- W. Somerset Maugham. The Razor's Edge (1944) p.94
It is very difficult to know people and I don't think one can ever
really know any but one's own countrymen. For men and women are not
only themselves; they are also the region in which they were born, the
city apartment or the farm in which they learnt to walk, the games
they played as children, the old wives' tales they overheard, the food
they ate, the schools they attended, the sports they followed, the
poets they read, and the God they believed in. It is all these things
that have made them what they are, and these are the things that you
can't come to know by hearsay, you can only know them if you have
lived them. You can only know them if you are them.
-- W. Somerset Maugham.
The Razor's Edge (novel, 1944),
Part I Chapter 1.
...at one time I made quite a little reputation for myself as a humorist by
the simple process of telling the truth. It came as such a surprise to
most people that they thought I was being funny.
-- W. Somerset Maugham. The Razor's Edge (novel, 1944).