To be in love is to surpass one's self.

What seems to us as bitter trials are often blessings in disguise

The only link between Literature and the Drama left to us in England at the present moment is the bill of the play.

When I ask for a water cress sandwich, I do not mean a loaf with a field in the middle of it.

If a man needs an elaborate tombstone in order to remain in the memory of his country, it is clear that his living at all was an act of absolute superfluity.

In the common world of fact the wicked were not punished, nor the good rewarded. Success was given to the strong, failure thrust upon the weak. That was all.

A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight.