A life spent in constant labor is a life wasted, save a man be such a fool as to regard a fulsome obituary notice as ample reward. |
A man admires a woman not for what she says, but what she listens to. |
A man reserves his true and deepest love not for the species of woman in whose company he finds himself electrified and enkindled, but for that one in whose company he may feel tenderly drowsy. |
A man's wife is his compromise with the illusion of his first sweetheart |
An actor without a playwright is like a hole without a doughnut |
An optimist is a fellow who believes a housefly is looking for a way to get out. |
Bad officials are elected by good citizens who do not vote. |
Bad officials are elected by good citizens who do not vote. |
Bad officials are elected by good citizens who do not vote. |
Beauty makes idiots sad and wise men merry |
Common sense, in so far as it exists, is all for the bourgeoisie. Nonsense is the privilege of the aristocracy. The worries of the world are for the common people. |
Criticism is the art of appraising others at one's own value. |
Criticism is the windows and chandeliers of art: it illuminates the enveloping darkness in which art might otherwise rest only vaguely discernible, and perhaps altogether unseen. |
Great art is as irrational as great music. It is mad with its own loveliness. |
He writes his plays for the ages - the ages between five and twelve |