The theatre is a gross art, built in sweeps and over-emphasis. Compromise is its second name.
Pity is exhaustible. What a terrible discovery!
Let this serve as an axiom to every lover: A woman who refuses lunch refuses everything.
After forty years of marriage we still stood with broken swords in our hands.
There may be wonder in money, but, dear God, there is money in wonder.
The pleasure of one's effect on other people still exists in age - what's called making a hit. But the hit is much rarer and made of different stuff.