Love is a simple thing and a deep thing: it is an act of life and not an illusion. Art is an illusion.

I dislike feeling at home when I am abroad.

God has given us a world that nothing but our own folly keeps from being a paradise.

After studying the Hungarian language for years, I can confidently conclude that had Hungarian been my mother tongue, it would have been more precious. Simply because through this extraordinary, ancient and powerful language it is possible to precisely describe the tiniest differences and the most secretive tremors of emotions.

Life would be tolerable but for its amusements.

A fashion is nothing but an induced epidemic.

I lay my eternal curse on whomsoever shall now or at any time hereafter make schoolbooks of my works and make me hated as Shakespeare is hated. My plays were not designed as instruments of torture. All the schools that lust after them get this answer, and will never get any other.