I have been out again on the river, rowing. I find nothing new.

Place, time, life, death, earth, heaven are divisions and distinctions we make, like the imaginary lines we trace upon the surface of the globe.

Your theory of partial immortality is abhorrent to me. I would rather disbelieve in the immortality of my own soul than suppose the boon given to me was withheld from any of my fellow creatures.

The drama is the looking-glass in which we see the hideousness of vice and the beauties of virtue.

The spring is already here with her hands full of flowers.

An actor's life is the shadow of a cloud, the echo of a sound, the memory of a dream, nothing come of nothing. The finest actor does not create, he is but a translator of another man's work.

They frequently find the truth who do not seek it, they who do, frequently lose it.