Classic

"Treasure the moments, for the immortal gods have given you the greatest gift of all, and it will be a sweet, sad memory till your dying day. You will never again enjoy that careless rapture. First love is best love, & she is beautiful & you are young, and all the world is yours"

Then as he put the letter in his pocket, he felt a queer little pang of bitterness because reality seemed so different from the ideal.

I always held back reading Somerset Maugham despite several pleas from my grandfather. I should have should have picked up "Of Human Bondage" much earlier in life. Well, at least my kids will read it before I did, and they'll be a lot wiser for the experience, as I am today.