By the time an actor knows how to act any sort of part he is often too old to act any but a few.

When a man's in love, he at once makes a pedestal of the Ten Commandments and stands on the top of them with his arms akimbo. When a woman's in love she doesn't care two straws for Thou Shalt and Thou Shalt Not.

Perhaps some deep-rooted atavism urges the wanderer back to lands which his ancestors left in the dim beginnings of history. Sometimes a man hits upon a place to which he mysteriously feels that he belongs. Here is the home he sought, and he will settle amid scenes that he has never seen before, among men he has never known, as though they were familiar to him from his birth. Here at last he finds rest.

The author always loads his dice, but he must never let the reader see that he has done so.

The rain fell alike upon the just and upon the unjust, and for nothing was there a why and a wherefore.

We find things beautiful because we recognize them and contrariwise we find things beautiful because their novelty surprises us.

I never spend more than one hour in a gallery. That is as long as one's power of appreciation persists.