The notion that as a man grows older his illusions leave him is not quite true. What is true is that his early illusions are supplanted by new, and to him, equally convincing illusions.

Love demands infinitely less than friendship.

Men go to the theatre to forget; women, to remember.

What passes for woman's intuition is more often intrinsically nothing more than man's transparency.

The most loyal and faithful woman indulges her imagination in a hypothetical liaison whenever she dons a new street frock for the first time.

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.

One does not go to the theater to see life and nature; one goes to see the particular way in which life and nature happen to look to a cultivated, imaginative and entertaining man who happens, in turn, to be a playwright.