You will be old-fashioned one day. It's more shocking than getting old.

After forty years of marriage we still stood with broken swords in our hands.

When a man goes through six years training to be a doctor he will never be the same. He knows too much.

Judges don't age. Time decorates them.

It's not till sex has died out between a man and a woman that they can really love. And now I mean affection. Now I mean to be fond of (as one is fond of oneself) --to hope, to be disappointed, to live inside the other heart.

The theatre is a gross art, built in sweeps and over-emphasis. Compromise is its second name.

Marriage. The beginning and the end are wonderful. But the middle part is hell.