It is the tragedy of the world that no one knows what he doesn't know - and the less a man knows, the more sure he is that he knows everything.

An old mans memories, like his bones, grow sharp with age and show their true shapes.

I had come at last and my heart was beating again strongly to a heart that could not know despair because it forgot itself in the duty of its love.

When a woman gets the idea of justice, there's no teaching her any sense.

No doubt any connoisseur, any collector, some bored old millionaire when he shows off his treasures, is seeking in your praise the resurrection and the life.

To forgive is wisdom, to forget is genius. And easier. Because it's true. It's a new world every heart beat.

What is it in the actor, the stage, that casts so powerful a spell on the young imagination?