The common idea that success spoils people by making them vain, egotistic and self-complacent is erroneous; on the contrary it makes them, for the most part, humble, tolerant and kind.
W. Somerset MaughamRead
Perhaps some deep-rooted atavism urges the wanderer back to lands which his ancestors left in the dim beginnings of history. Sometimes a man hits upon a place to which he mysteriously feels that he belongs. Here is the home he sought, and he will settle amid scenes that he has never seen before, among men he has never known, as though they were familiar to him from his birth. Here at last he finds rest.
Interpretation
The quote suggests that some individuals feel an intrinsic connection to places or cultures that resonate with their ancestry or deep-seated instincts.
W. Somerset Maugham reflects on the idea that wanderers may be driven by a primal urge to return to lands reminiscent of their ancestors, even if they have never encountered those places or peoples before. This phenomenon illustrates the profound sense of belonging and comfort that can arise when one finds a location that feels inherently familiar, as if it were their true home where they can finally find peace and rest.
In practice
In a speech about the importance of cultural heritage.
The common idea that success spoils people by making them vain, egotistic and self-complacent is erroneous; on the contrary it makes them, for the most part, humble, tolerant and kind.
Cronshaw stopped for a moment to drink. He had pondered for twenty years the problem whether he loved liquor because it made him talk or whether he loved conversation because it made him thirsty.
Are you sure you can prevent yourself from falling in love one of these days? Such things do happen, you know, even to the most prudent men.' Simon gave him a strange, one might even have thought a hostile, look. I should tear it out of my heart as I'd wrench out of my mouth a rotten tooth.
I don't think of the past. The only thing that matters is the everlasting present.
The world is quickly bored by the recital of misfortune, and willing avoids the sight of distress.
There in the mist, enormous, majestic, silent and terrible, stood the Great Wall of China. Solitarily, with the indifference of nature herself, it crept up the mountain side and slipped down to the depth of the valley.
I am only at home in the present.
I feel that if I kept it secret it might grow in my mind (as poisonous things grow in the dark) and take its place with the other terrible thoughts that gnaw me
Habit is a man's sole comfort. We dislike doing without even unpleasant things to which we have become accustomed.
Although a man may have no jurisdiction over the fact of his existence, he can hold supreme command over the meaning of existence for him.
I can be jubilant one moment and pensive the next, and a cloud could go by and make that happen.
Coincidence obeys no laws and if it does we don't know what they are. Coincidence, if you'll permit me the simile, is like the manifestation of God at every moment on our planet. A senseless God making senseless gestures at his senseless creatures. In that hurricane, in that osseous implosion, we find communion.
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