She gathered herself together. No one could describe the scorn of her expression or the contemptuous hatred she put into her answer. "You men! You fi… - William Somerset Maugham

I'm beginning to think it's very hard to know what to believe in this world.

I’m not afraid of my fear. It’s folly, the Christian argument that you should live always in view of your death. The only way to live is to forget that you’re going to die. Death is unimportant. The fear of it should never influence a single action of the wise man. I know that I shall die struggling for breath, and I know that I shall be horribly afraid. I know that I shall not be able to keep myself from regretting bitterly the life that has brought me to such a pass; but I disown that regret. I now, weak, old, diseased, poor, dying, hold still my soul in my hands, and I regret nothing.

And then he felt the misery of his life.