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Quotes by Dramatist

"Make the doors upon a woman's wit,and it will out at the casement;shut that, and 'twill out at the key-hole;stop that, 'twill fly with the smoke out at the chimney."

"Everything that has been will be, everything that will be is, everything that will be has been."
Will,

"No question is so difficult to answer as that to which the answer is obvious."

"Do not be desirous of having things done quickly. Do not look at small advantages. Desire to have things done quickly prevents their being done thoroughly. Looking at small advantages prevents great affairs from being accomplished."

"Man's loneliness is but his fear of life."

"Cruelty would be delicious if one could only find some sort of cruelty that didn't really hurt."

"An optimist is a driver who thinks that empty space at the curb won't have a hydrant beside it."

"Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place."

"Tell me not of joy: there's none Now my little sparrow's gone; He, just as you, Would toy and woo, He would chirp and flatter me, He would hang the wing awhile, Till at length he saw me smile, Lord! how sullen he would be!"

"It is the crime not the scaffold which is the disgrace."

"All places are alike, and every earth is fit for burial."

"You are a wonderful creation. You know more than you think you know, just as you know less than you want to know."

"It's no use of talking unless people understand what you say."

"Oh, Mercedes, I have spoken your name with sighs of melancholy, with groans of pain and with the croak of despair. I have spoken it frozen with cold, huddled on the straw of my dungeon. I have spoken it raging with heat and rolling around on the stone floor of my prison. Mercedes, I must have my revenge, because for fourteen years I suffered, fourteen years I wept and cursed. Now, I say to you, Mercedes, I must have my revenge!"

"The world is ruled only by consideration of advantages."

"Yet one had ancestors in literature as well as in one's own race, nearer perhaps in type and temperament, many of them, and certainly with an influence of which one was more absolutely conscious. There were times when it appeared to Dorian Gray that the whole of history was merely the record of his own life, not as he had lived in act and circumstance, but as his imagination had created it for him, as if it had been in his brain and in his passions. He felt that he had known them all, those strange terrible figures that had passed across the stage of the world and made sin so marvellous and evil so full of subtlety. It seemed to him that in some mysterious way their lives had been his own."

"The world is, of course, nothing but our conception of it."

"There are words which close a conversation as with an iron door."

"But beauty, real beauty, ends where an intellectual expression begins. Intellect is in itself a mode of exaggeration, and destroys the harmony of any face. The moment one sits down to think, one becomes all nose, or all forehead, or something horrid. Look at the successful men in any of the learned professions. How perfectly hideous they are! Except, of course, in the Church. But then in the Church they don't think."

"Shakespeare was the great one before us. His place was between God and despair."

"Silence is the most perfect expression of scorn."

"That is a dream also; only he has remained asleep, while you have awakened; and who knows which of you is the most fortunate?"

"Very conscious of the fact that an effort was being made to destroy my mind, because I was deprived of books, deprived of any means of writing, deprived of human companionship. You never know how much you need it until you're deprived of it."

"They believe that nothing will happen because they have closed their doors."

"I am sorry to have to introduce the subject of Christmas into these articles. It is an indecent subject; a cruel, gluttonous subject; a drunken, disorderly subject; a wasteful, disastrous, subject; a wicked, cadging, lying, filthy, blashphemous, and demoralizing subject. Christmas is forced on a reluctant and disgusted nation by the shopkeepers and the press: on its own merits it would wither and shrivel in the fiery breath of universal hatred; and any one who looked back to it would be turned into a pillar of greasy sausages."

"Love ceases to be a pleasure when it ceases to be a secret."

"I am a Christian. That obliges me to be a Communist."

"But we who live in prison, and in whose lives there is no event but sorrow, have to measure time by throbs of pain, and the record of bitter moments. We have nothing else to think of. Suffering - curious as it may sound to you - is the means by which we exist, because it is the only means by which we become conscious of existing; and the remembrance of suffering in the past is necessary to us as the warrant, the evidence, of our continued identity."
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