The bachelors admired freedom is often a yoke, for the freer a man is to himself the greater slave he often is to the whims of others.

To speak of morals in art is to speak of legislature in sex. Art is the sex of the imagination.

In the theatre, a hero is one who believes that all women are ladies, a villain one who believes that all ladies are women.

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

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.

The dramatic critic who is without prejudice is on the plane with the general who does not believe in taking human life.

No man can think clearly when his fists are clenched.