The audience is a very curious animal. It is shrewd rather than intelligent. Its mental capacity is less than that of its most intellectual members.

One cannot find peace in work or in pleasure, in the world or in a convent, but only in one's soul.

You tend to close your eyes to truth, beauty and goodness because they give no scope to your sense of the ridiculous.

It's very hard to be a gentleman and a writer.

Perhaps it would have been possible to see in him a new Prometheus...the hero who for the good of mankind exposes himself to the agonies of the damned...undaunted by failure, by an unceasing effort of courage holding despair at bay, doggedly persistent in the face of self-doubt, which is the artist's bitterest enemy.

The complete life, the perfect pattern, includes old age as well as youth and maturity. The beauty of the morning and the radiance of noon are good, but it would be a very silly person who drew the curtains and turned on the light in order to shut out the tranquillity of the evening. Old age has its pleasures, which, though different, are not less than the pleasures of youth.

It's no use crying over spilt milk, because all of the forces of the universe were bent on spilling it.