The artist produces for the liberation of his soul. It is his nature to create as it is the nature of water to run down the hill.

Man has always sacrificed truth to his vanity, comfort and advantage. He lives not by truth but by make-believe.

Like all weak men he laid an exaggerated stress on not changing one's mind.

Yet magic is no more than the art of employing consciously invisible means to produce visible effects. Will, love and imagination are magic powers that everyone possesses; and whoever knows how to develop them to their fullest extent is a magician. Magic has but one dogma, namely, that the seen is the measure of the unseen.

It's no good trying to keep up old friendships. It's painful for both sides. The fact is, one grows out of people, and the only thing is to face it.

The officers saluted as she passed and gravely bowed. They walked back across the courtyard and got into their chairs. She saw Waddington light a cigarette. A little smoke lost in the air, that was the life of a man.

When married people don't get on they can separate, but if they're not married it's impossible. It's a tie that only death can sever.