An artist is the magician put among men to gratify - capriciously - their urge for immortality.
Tom StoppardPoetical feelings are a peril to scholarship. There are always poetical people ready to protest that a corrupt line is exquisite. Exquisite to whom? The Romans were foreigners writing for foreigners two millenniums ago; and for people whose gods we find quaint, whose savagery we abominate, whose private habits we don't like to talk about, but whose idea of what is exquisite is, we flatter ourselves, mysteriously identical to ours.
Tom StoppardTo be frank: the translations that often sound bad in the mouths of the actors, these have often been done by linguists.
Tom Stoppard