farewell' is a monster among words, and never yet sounded kindly in any ear.

Real things in the darkness seem no realer than dreams.

Beauty without colour seems somehow to belong to another world.

There is more here than meets the eye.

No art or learning is to be pursued halfheartedly...and any art worth learning will certainly reward more or less generously the effort made to study it.

Intimacy between stepchildren and stepparents is indeed proverbially difficult.

It is in general the unexplored that attracts us.

There is a tendency among men as well as women ... so soon as they have acquired a little knowledge of some kind, to want to display it to the best advantage.

One ought not to be unkind to a woman merely on account of her plainness, any more than one had a right to take liberties with her merely because she was handsome

People who do not get into scrapes are a great deal less interesting than those who do.

How much the more in judging of the human heart should we distrust all fashionable airs and graces, all tricks and smartness, learnt only to please the outward gaze

The real nightmare, worse than the one in which the Big Machine wants to kill you, is the one in which it sees you as irrelevant, or not even as a discrete thing to know.

She’s a lunatic, ” says Conrad.“Absolutely insane, ” says Guntram.“Either completely fearless or utterly stupid, ” says Conrad.“She’s going to fit right in, ” says Guntram.

When I'm on television, I think that I appeal to the everyday guy, 'cause that's who I am. The guys who go to the football games on the weekends are my viewers, for sure.

It doesn't matter what did or did not happen then. It only matters what happens NOW.

Hard work never killed a man. Men die of boredom, psychological conflict, and disease. They do not die of hard work.

Being real is what is important.

Would you reach the infinite? Then enter into finite things, working out all that they contain.

It's a very tough time for the playwright. Broadway has become almost a musical comedy theme park with all these long-running shows.

You can’t kill history. You can’t shoot it with a bullet and watch it recede into whatever lies outside of memory. History is tougher than that—if it’s going to die, it has to die on its own

Of all the peoples of Europe, Spaniards disgust me the least.