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.
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When you're eighteen your emotions are violent, but they're not durable.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote reflects on the intensity and fleeting nature of emotions experienced at the age of eighteen.
W. Somerset Maugham observes that the emotions of an eighteen-year-old are often intense and passionate, yet these feelings are not long-lasting. This suggests that youthful exuberance can lead to overwhelming emotional experiences, but with time, those feelings may dissipate, highlighting the transient nature of youthful passion and the maturation process that comes with age.
Themes
EmotionsYouthIntensityPassionExperience
In practice
Example use cases
This quote can be used in a speech about the emotional development of teenagers.
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