Truth, in matters of religion, is simply the opinion that has survived.

Life is like a box of terrible analogies.

I did not think I should be ever loved: do you indeed Love me so much as now you say you do? Ask of the sea-bird if it loves the sea, Ask of the roses if they love the rain, Ask of the little lark, that will not sing Till day break, if it loves to see the day: And yet, these are but empty images, Mere shadows of my love, which is a fire So great that all the waters of the main Can not avail to quench it.

We are never more true to ourselves than when we are inconsistent.

Work is the curse of the drinking classes.

Lord Illingworth told me this morning that there was an orchid there as beautiful as the seven deadly sins.

The mere mechanical technique of acting can be taught, but the spirit that is to give life to lifeless forms must be born in a man. No dramatic college can teach its pupils to think or to feel. It is Nature who makes our artists for us, though it may be Art who taught them their right mode of expression.