English plays, Atrocious in content, Absurd in form, Objectionable in action, Execrable EnglishTheatre.

What a torment it is to see so much loveliness passing and repassing before us, and yet not dare to lay hold of it!

You can’t, if you can’t feel it, if it never Rises from the soul, and sways The heart of every single hearer, With deepest power, in simple ways. You’ll sit forever, gluing things together, Cooking up a stew from other’s scraps, Blowing on a miserable fire, Made from your heap of dying ash. Let apes and children praise your art, If their admiration’s to your taste, But you’ll never speak from heart to heart, Unless it rises up from your heart’s space.

There are men who never err, because they never propose anything rational.

A wife is a gift bestowed upon a man to reconcile him to the loss of paradise.

Our senses don't deceive us: our judgment does

What is uttered from the heart alone, Will win the hearts of others to your own.