The ages live in history through their anachronisms.
The public is wonderfully tolerant. It forgives everything except genius.
I summed up all systems in a phrase, and all existence in an epigram.
I now see that sorrow, being the supreme emotion of which man is capable, is at once the type and test of all great art.
Life is the art of being well deceived, and to succeed, it must be habitual and uninterrupted.
I didn't have a life until I went up onstage.