A life spent in constant labor is a life wasted, save a man be such a fool as to regard a fulsome obituary notice as ample reward.

Great art is as irrational as great music. It is mad with its own loveliness.

Great drama is the souvenir of the adventure of a master among the pieces of his own soul.

So long as there is one pretty girl left on the stage, the professional undertakers may hold up their burial of the theater.

All that is necessary to raise imbecility into what the mob regards as profundity is to lift it off the floor and put it on a platform.

A man may be said to love most truly that woman in whose company he can feel drowsy in comfort.

A broken heart is a monument to a love that will never die; fulfillment is a monument to a love that is already on its deathbed.