Before I married, I had three theories about raising children and no children. Now, I have three children and no theories.

Dead we become the lumber of the world.

To pick out the wildest and most fantastical odd man alive, and to place your kindness there, is an act so brave and daring as will show the greatness of your spirit and distinguish you in love, as you are in all things else, from womankind.

If you have a grateful heart (which is a miracle amongst you statesmen), show it by directing the bearer to the best wine in town, and pray let not this highest point of sacred friendship be performed slightly, but go about it with all due deliberation and care, as holy priests to sacrifice, or as discreet thieves to the wary performance of burglary and shop-lifting. Let your well-discerning palate (the best judge about you) travel from cellar to cellar and then from piece to piece till it has lighted on wine fit for its noble choice and my approbation.

Books bear him up a while, and make him try to swim with bladders of philosophy.

I wish to be moved. I cannot feel in life. I must have others do it for me in theater.

The theatre is my drug. And my illness is so far advanced that my physic must be of the highest quality.