Spring, summer, and fall fill us with hope; winter alone reminds us of the human condition.

Vanity, revenge, loneliness, boredom, all apply: lust is one of the least of the reasons for promiscuity.

Every creature stalks some other, catches it, and is caught.

We are keenly aware of the faults of our friends, but if they like us enough it doesn't matter.

Your best work always seems to have been done by someone else.

Theatre audiences can't be made to think and cry: at best, they can be made to think and laugh, or to feel and cry.

How can a man marry wisely in his twenties? The girl he's going to wind up wanting hasn't even been born.