Criticism is the art of appraising others at one's own value.
Great drama is the souvenir of the adventure of a master among the pieces of his own soul.
An optimist is a fellow who believes a housefly is looking for a way to get out.
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.
Men go to the theatre to forget; women, to remember.
A poet, any real poet, is simply an alchemist who transmutes his cynicism regarding human beings into an optimism regarding the moon, the stars, the heavens, and the flowers, to say nothing of Spring, love, and dogs.