I love to talk about nothing. It's the only thing I know anything about.

The quivering, ardent sunlight showed him the lines of cruelty round the mouth as clearly as if he had been looking into a mirror after he had done some dreadful thing.

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.

Every great man nowadays has his disciples, and it is usually Judas who writes the biography.

When people talk to me about the weather, I always feel they mean something else.

There is no country in the world where machinery is so lovely as in America.

All love is true, but not all truth ... is love?