Suffering is one very long moment. We cannot divide it by seasons. We can only record its moods, and chronicle their return. With us time itself does not progress. It revolves. It seems to circle round one center of pain.

Life is too short to be taken seriously.

She knew nothing, but she had everything that he had lost.

The world was my oyster but I used the wrong fork.

An actor is part illusionist, part artist, part ham.

What is a cynic? A man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing.

Everything that is popular is wrong.