The critic is the duenna in the passionate affair between playwrights, actors and audiences - a figure dreaded, and occasionally comic, but never welcome, never loved.

The love that dare not speak its name has become the love that won't shut up.

There is no nonsense so gross that society will not, at some time, make a doctrine of it and defend it with every weapon of communal stupidity.

Secrets are the blood of life. Every big thing is a secret, even when you know it, because you never know all of it. If you can know everything about anything, it is not worth knowing.

Love affairs are for emotional sprinters; the pleasures of love are for the emotional marathoners.

Nothing grows old-fashioned so fast as modernity.

A Librettist is a mere drudge in the world of opera.