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

Opening Night: The night before the play is ready to open.

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

Criticism is the windows and chandeliers of art: it illuminates the enveloping darkness in which art might otherwise rest only vaguely discernible, and perhaps altogether unseen.

I know many married men, I even know a few happily married men, but I don't know one who wouldn't fall down the first open coal hole running after the first pretty girl who gave him a wink.

It is the mark of a superior person that, left to themselves they are able endlessly to amuse, interest and entertain themselves out of their personal stock of meditations, ideas, criticisms, memories, philosophy, humor and what not.

The triumph of sugar over diabetes.