True love gallops, it flies, it is the swiftest of all modes of thought, swifter even than hate and fear.

Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved

Art is the final cunning of the human soul which would rather do anything than face the gods.

The theatre is certainly a place for learning about the brevity of human glory: oh all those wonderful glittering absolutely vanished pantomime! Now I shall abjure magic and become a hermit : put myself in a situation where I can honestly say that I have nothing else to do but to learn to be good.

youth is a marvelous garment

A death is the most terrible of facts.

Yes, of course, there's something fishy about describing people's feelings. You try hard to be accurate, but as soon as you start to define such and such a feeling, language lets you down. It's really a machine for making falsehoods. When we really speak the truth, words are insufficient. Almost everything except things like "pass the gravy" is a lie of a sort. And that being the case, I shall shut up. Oh, and... pass the gravy.