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

The most potent and sacred command which can be laid upon any artist is the command: wait.

Literature could be said to be a sort of disciplined technique for arousing certain emotions.

All our failures are ultimately failures in love.

We live in a fantasy world, a world of illusion. The great task in life is to find reality.

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.

Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is.