When a love comes to an end, weaklings cry, efficient ones instantly find another love, and the wise already have one in reserve.

The stage is not merely the meeting place of all the arts, but is also the return of art to life.

Anybody can write a three-volume novel. It merely requires a complete ignorance of both life and literature.

Women, as some witty Frenchman once put it, inspire us with the desire to do masterpieces and always prevent us from carrying them out.

Other people are quite dreadful. The only possible society is oneself.

A thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it.

A kiss may ruin a human life