Why did you look at the sunset?'Philip answered with his mou... - W. Somerset Maugham, Of Human Bondage

"I now, weak, old, diseased, poor, dying, hold still my soul in my hands, and I regret nothing."

"Oh, it's always the same,' she sighed, 'if you want men to behave well to you, you must be beastly to them; if you treat them decently they make you suffer for it."

"What d'you suppose I care if I'm a gentleman or not? If I were a gentleman I shouldn't waste my time with a vulgar slut like you."

"Kant thought things, not because they were true, but because he was Kant."

"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."