William Somerset Maugham (1874-1965), the celebrated if somewhat eccentric playwright and novelist, had a rocky start to his career but was thereafter rewarded with wide acclaim.
Toward the end of his life a birthday celebration was organized. Maugham spoke at a dinner in his honor at the Garrick club in London.
"There are many virtues of growing old," said he, then paused and looked intently down at the table. The pause grew uncomfortably long. Maugham fumbled with his notes, looked around the room, and shifted uneasily from one foot to the other. The guests exchanged embarrassed glances.
At last the writer cleared his throat and continued,
"I'm just trying to think what they are ..."
----------------A Final Thought ...
"I made up my mind long ago that life was too short to do anything for myself that I could pay others to do for me."
- William Somerset Maugham (1874–1965), British author and playwright