Actors are so fortunate. They can choose whether they will appear in tragedy or in comedy, whether they will suffer or make merry, laugh or shed tears. But in real life it is different. Most men and women are forced to perform parts for which they have no qualifications. Our Guildensterns play Hamlet for us, and our Hamlets have to jest like Prince Hal. The world is a stage, but the play is badly cast.

When one is in town one amuses oneself. When one is in the country one amuses other people. It is excessively boring.

The mystery of love is greater than the mystery of death.

He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realize

Memory... is the diary that we all carry about with us.

It is the stupid and the ugly who have the best of it in this world

The good ended happily, and the bad unhappily. That is what fiction means.