I love scandals about other people, but scandals about myself don’t interest me. They have not got the charm of novelty.

The only form of fiction in which real characters do not seem out of place is history. In novels they are detestable.

What a pity that in life we only get our lessons when they are of no use to us.

If they know nothing of victory, they are at least spared the knowledge of defeat.

Man can believe the impossible, but man can never believe the improbable.

Through our sunless lanes creeps Poverty with her hungry eyes, and Sin with his sodden face follows close behind her. Misery wakes us in the morning and Shame sits with us at night.

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