W. Somerset Maugham
Tolerance is another word for indifference



















It is an illusion that youth is happy, an illusion of those who have lost it; but the young know they are wretched for they are full of the truthless ideal which have been instilled into them, and each time they come in contact with the real, they are bruised and wounded.

I do not confer praise or blame: I accept. I am the measure of all things. I am the centre of the world

People ask for criticism, but they only want praise