. . . one may say anything about the history of the world - anything that might enter the most disordered imagination. The only thing one can't say is that it's rational.
Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.
Life may change, but it may fly not; Hope may vanish, but can die not; Truth be veiled, but still it burneth; Love repulsed, - but it returneth!
When my cats aren't happy, I'm not happy. Not because I care about their mood but because I know they're just sitting there thinking up ways to get even.
The more we study the more we discover our ignorance.
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Love withers under constraints: its very essence is liberty: it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear.
A guitar is like an old friend that is there with me.
And yet the motives of women are so inscrutable. You remember the woman at Margate whom I suspected for the same reason. No powder on her nose - that proved to be the correct solution. How can you build on such a quicksand? Their most trivial action may mean volumes, or their most extraordinary conduct may depend upon a hairpin or a curling tongs.
Acting is a reflex, a mechanism for development and survival. . . . It isn't 'second nature,' it is 'first nature. '
Art is such an important part of our culture.