Art is merely the refuge which the ingenious have invented, when they were supplied with food and women, to escape the tediousness of life.

The artist can within limits make what he likes of his life... It is only the artist, and maybe the criminal, who can make his own.

Her tears were partly tears of happiness, for she felt that the strangeness between them was gone. She loved him now with a new love because he had made her suffer.

There is no need for the writer to eat a whole sheep to be able to tell you what mutton tastes like. It is enough if he eats a cutlet. But he should do that.

People ask for criticism, but they only want praise.

Words have weight, sound and appearance; it is only by considering these that you can write a sentence that is good to look at and good to listen to.

The secret of play-writing can be given in two maxims: stick to the point, and, whenever you can, cut.