What was it in the human heart that made you despise a man because he loved you? - William Somerset Maugham

It was a pity that with his great qualities, his unselfishness and honor, his intelligence and sensibility, he should be so unlovable.

He wondered whether he had done right. He was dissatisfied with himself and with all his circumstances. He asked himself dully whether whenever you got your way you wished afterwards that you hadn't

I write only when inspiration strikes. Fortunately it strikes every morning at nine o'clock sharp.