While we look to the dramatist to give romance to realism, we ask of the actor to give realism to romance.

If one tells the truth, one is sure, sooner or later, to be found out.

To give an accurate description of what has never occurred is not merely the proper occupation of the historian, but the inalienable privilege of any man of parts and culture.

Crying is the refuge of plain women but the ruin of pretty ones.

The world belongs to the discontented.

God knows; I won't be an Oxford don anyhow. I'll be a poet, a writer, a dramatist. Somehow or other I'll be famous, and if not famous, I'll be notorious. Or perhaps I'll lead the life of pleasure for a time and then—who knows?—rest and do nothing. What does Plato say is the highest end that man can attain here below? To sit down and contemplate the good. Perhaps that will be the end of me too.

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