I have never learned anything except from people younger than myself.

We become lovers when we see Romeo and Juliet, and Hamlet makes us students. The blood of Duncan is upon our hands, with Timon werage against the world, and when Lear wanders out upon the heath the terror of madness touches us. Ours is the white sinlessness of Desdemona, and ours, also, the sin of Iago.

Whenever one has anything unpleasant to say, one should always be quite candid.

The poet is the supreme artist, for he is the master of colour and of form, and the real musician besides, and is lord over all life and all arts.

It is not the perfect, but the imperfect, who have need of love.

History is a lie commonly agreed upon.

The dim roar of London was like the bourdon note of a distant organ